The Charming Ex-wife Novels & Stories

seducing a doctor? I glare in that direction, trying to put together what I'm seeing. It's hard to tell, but what I do see is how close the two are. And, is that her blouse come undone? "Charlotte is so much better than that witch of an ex-wife," Jessica is babbling on. "She's incredibly beautiful, famous, talented, and also not insufferable. God, Ella really had everyone listening to her sob story. All of this 'woe is me, and my family died' bullshit."

she stated with a frown. I stared at her for a moment. I knew her story, before meeting her current fiancée she had one asshole of a fiancée who impregnated her half sister. Her father supported her ex-fiancée, I could relate to her since her ex fiancée technically kidnapped her various times. Thankfully her current fiancée put them in their place. “I already changed my will, even if I die, he wouldn’t be getting a dime,” I replied with a sad smile.

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

The sheer nerve of him to falsely accuse his wife of cheating, while he accompanied his mistress to her checkup! [His poor wife! I guess nobody can have it all, huh? We all thought she hit the jackpot by landing herself a charming, rich husband, but turns out he's an utter scum. The sheer nerve of him to turn the narrative against poor Nikita! I bet he's using his power and money against her!] [Does anyone know what the mistress is doing at the hospital? Do tell!] The original poster replied a few minutes later. [She's here to get an abortion.]

“Ones that affected not just my personal life, but the structure of this company.” His voice didn’t shake. But I could feel the weight behind it. “And today, I’m fixing that.” He turned slightly toward me. “This is Kiara.” A small pause. “My wife.” The word hit the room so hard. You could feel it. There was shock, confusion, curiosity and people that didn't seem surprised, because they knew we were once married. “And more importantly,” he continued, “she is one of the best interior designers in the industry right now.”

What had I been thinking? My chest tightened as I stood there, unable to fully grasp the weight of my own actions. The sounds of the celebration felt muffled now, distant, as if I were in a fog. The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, all of it seemed to fade away, leaving only an overwhelming silence that mirrored the emptiness inside me. How had I ended up in this place? I had everything I could have ever wanted, money, status, a beautiful wife Linda and yet, I still felt like I was losing. Losing her,why would I feel like I'm loosing my ex-wife,why couldn't I just let go ?

Hometown. And that’s when it hit him. They were from the same city. He leaned back in his leather chair, stunned. No wonder her scent, her aura—it was all too familiar. “We must have crossed paths before,” he said aloud, brows furrowing. “But where?” He clicked through the few public records available. Her name had recently been removed from a marriage certificate—divorced. Pregnant. New business owner. All her records were clean and recent. But what intrigued him more was how little there was—almost like someone had deliberately kept her life quiet. Hidden.

You judged without information and told the story as you wished, tarnishing my wife's reputation. And looking at the people that gather he says. "My wife is Meredith Quinn, daughter of London and Olivia Quinn and we married five years ago, not recently as you would have guessed." And everyone present begins to shake. His wife is his ex-wife? What is going on everyone asks. “We were never divorced. My wife is very withdrawn. She is the most beautiful woman I met in this life, and she is smart and brave and talented. And also she is the strongest I know, because she was married to me and she didn’t collapse, she survived my arrogance, and my stupidity ” Max said and Meredith is looking at him

I couldn’t believe my last hope was gone. “It’s your ex-wife, but under a different identity. We tried to reach her, but she isn’t picking up.” She reported. I was left completely shocked. The biggest shareholder pulled out too, and it was my ex-wife again. Why does she have to be everything? Why did she come back? To ruin me? Ken dismissed the female secretary, and I was left alone with him. I didn’t know what to do. My life had just gone down the drain. “Lucas, I think you have to go see her. You need to see her before things get worse.” Kenneth said.