Novel & Cerita The Rejected Ex-wife

"I will stay by your side, and you can do whatever you want with me. But that cannot include my parents and my younger brother. They will stay in their own home. And you will help me ruin Callistos." Theron flashed a smile. "Deal." "Can we start once I file for divorce from him? I need time to prepare." "That's your call." Theron moved his hand from my chest to my cheek. He pinched it again. "I’m busy thinking about what I’ll do during those thirty days." "Do you hate me just because I rejected you?" I pushed his hand away and sat up. "Yes." "And because our family withdrew from the pack?" "Yes." "You should have beaten me up and forgotten about me. Not like this."

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

“I told you, didn’t I? I told you she’s been getting swayed by her ex-husband lately. If I leave, I’m only giving him the chance to come closer to her and win her back.” Reynold pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You know nothing, do you? Did I make a mistake by making you to handle my company?” he asked and Liam lowered his head. “With the weight of what he did to her in the past, she would never forgive him. And if she’s getting swayed, you already know what to do to bring her heart back to you. You’ve helped her all these years. Knowing the kind of person Janette is, she’d never turn her back on you.”

It hurt so damn much. The very life I had spent years running from, that kind of pain I swore I would never taste was now standing at my door, clawing at me, daring me to regret every choice I had ever made. I thought staying single for so long would shield me from the cruelty of betrayal, from the venom of a broken marriage, from that slow, suffocating death women endure when their partner cheats right under their nose. The receptionist’s words had confirmed the sting of his lies, and that was why I forced myself to attend Mrs. Walton’s exhibition tonight. I hadn’t planned to go—but now I wanted to catch him red-handed.

I pushed away from the wall and walked into her house, removing my shoes by the door as I did so. She closed the door behind and followed me to the sitting room, where I plopped down on the sofa, groaning. “Annika? Like Annika, your ex wife?” she asked, sounding unsure as she sat with me. I scoffed in my head at her words. What did she mean by my ex wife? Looking at her, It's obvious she wants us to get a divorce. "Yeah, she's back," I replied, my irritation hidden from my voice. "How did you know? Did you meet her?"

Knowing that he has moved on caused her more pain than she would have liked to give him credit for. She thought she would never experience pain like that again in her life, since she has been numb to it for the past two years. The pain that came after realising that had not been good enough for her own mate, and the hollowness and the void his rejection had caused her was on another level. Looking down at those stormy grey eyes just like his fathers, she felt like she had been left out on a huge part of what her life would've been if her mate hadn't rejected her, and at this moment she loathed him for rejecting her and stripping her off of her happiness.

“You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” Our eyes locked, and I muttered, “Sit.” Alison’s chest heaved, and his breathing grew uneven, but he slowly sank into his chair. Fisting his hands, he placed them on the table and leaned forward. What was his deal? “Do you know the lady in the video? Sophia?” He tried to talk, but I cut him off. “She has been a housewife for years. Quit her job to focus on her family. Finally decides to return to work, and some bastard sends that video, ruining her effort. She might spare you, Alison, but I won’t.”

00 Then, on our wedding night, Aiden had coldly informed me that our marriage, as far as he was concerned, was nothing but a sham. He'd congratulated me in such cold tones that I'd felt goosebumps all over my skin for manipulating his father and himself into marrying him. "I suppose congratulations are in order." Aiden had snarled on the ride back from the reception, heading towards our new home, a three storey mansion that was a gift from Julian. "You finally got what you wanted, didn't you?"

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

“Oh yeah! You are playing the dumb fool again. How can you tell me that you have no explanation as to how you were mated to my ex-boyfriend, Louis, and his brothers? Lucky bitch, you had to ruin my day yesterday by having three men to yourself now” The sound of her tapping on her phone’s keyboard echoed through the entire place. “Anyways, reject them! Remember the sister’s code, you can’t fuck your sister’s ex’s” I almost scoffed right to her face. I couldn’t do that but she could have sex with Kade? Clown! Fisting my dress, I muttered under my breath. “Yes……..” If it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t want anything to do with the triplets, I wouldn’t even think of rejecting them just to get