The Ex Freida Mcfadden Novels & Stories

I was glad I’d done my toenails yesterday because they’d been begging for attention. We headed out to Primo Italian-American Cuisine and ordered French fries and cappuccinos. Just as I was about to dig in, a burst of laughter caught our attention. I looked up and my spoon dropped from my hand. “Are you okay?” Fab asked. I was too stunned to answer. She waved her hand in front of my face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “Umm...” I stammered. “That guy... he’s my ex.”

"Have you seen the news?" Elias's voice was sharp as he entered my office without knocking. I looked up from my laptop, confusion tightening my brow. "No, why?" He tossed a sleek tablet onto my desk; the screen already lit up with a breaking news headline: Victoria Lancaster: The True Mastermind Behind Westbrook Scandal? Beneath it was a grainy photo of me, taken during one of my rare outings, looking haggard and far from the poised image I once projected.

Only the maids and Christy were by her side, and she was still thankful then. Right now, with the Maledicts, she thinks this is a family. She almost forgot, she is also a Maledict now. This just feels so great like springtime.

Sit on my sofa or Adrian's and turn my hand to watch how the stone shone under the light. Adrian never asked when I planned to tell people. He let me savor the privacy, and I loved him more for that. *** Three weeks later I was drowning in emails at my desk. From meeting requests from investors who wanted face time. To industry newsletters with headlines like "10 Biotech Trends You Can't Ignore" that I absolutely could and would ignore. Then I saw a name that made me stop scrolling. Melissa Christine. My brain took a second to recall it. The woman from the cafe. Three years ago. Adrian’s ex. I opened the email.

She was relieved, to say the least. She was never going to go back to him, especially not with Nicole still in the picture, so there was no point in prolonging the inevitable. She had sent him fresh divorce papers, and was now waiting for him to sign them. Then one afternoon, while she was scanning through job applications so that she could apply for a job, she got another rude shock that had her questioning if she was truly getting over Harold and Nicole’s betrayal like she thought she was. She was alone at home, and the TV was on one of the gossip channels that she liked to watch to get her mind off her current reality.

It wasn't until late one night that Maeve suddenly experienced severe abdominal pain and was rushed to the hospital. Oliver panicked and called me. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he begged me to use my family connections to find the best gynecologist. "Elettra, please save her. I'm begging you! My child is innocent…" Maeve's bloodcurdling screams pierced my eardrums through the phone. Reclined in my soft leather armchair, listening to the chaos on the other end of the line, I found this situation nothing short of absurd.

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 maid on the floor was having a complete mental breakdown after working for this guy. I was right in thinking he was a bad person. “I feel so bad for her,” I sighed in displeasure. “He has had thirteen maids in just three days! He shreds them up and goes through them like dirty laundry. I really hope I never have to work for him,” Tara said with a firm shake of her head. I really hoped so too. I chuckled a bit and was about to give her a reply when I felt suddenly felt incredibly hot. I gripped my head in pain as a hot flash passed through my body and left me in tremors.

"Don't get involved in this. She's a shameless and insolent woman. Kanaya isn't as good as you think she is." "Enough, Linda! I know Kanaya, she's a good and sincere girl." "Gio, of course you're defending her because you like her. You don't know that she's a naughty woman who comes from a brothel, and I saw her with Linda, flirting with Salina's future husband," explained Freya. "You heard what your friend said yourself, dear Salina. I'm not at all like she said. I come from a respectable family, why would I go to a brothel?"