Novel & Cerita The Untouchable Ex Wife

I couldn't take it anymore and asked the questions I was dying to have an answer for. "Fine, but first promise me you won't react until I tell you everything, okay?" "Okay," I replied trying to be patient, though I knew it was going to be difficult. "The girl you married, her name is Anvi Shekhar. She is the daughter of an old friend of mine Rohit Shekhar. I and Rohit met through work as once I was appointed to raid his company. Later on, we got to know it was a spam call and we became friends from then. I had visited his family as well. It was all great until one day I received news of his death."

I am unable to do that as well. "And the second thing, Mrs Sheetal Rane. This girl, standing beside me, is Kiara Rudraneel Rane is my wife. Be respectful to her and her family, because if you don't, I won't budge twice to teach you how to respect," he gritted and I kept on staring at both of them. I looked at Kiara. She looked miserable, and to be honest, I felt good seeing her in this condition. My mom got slapped due to her, so she deserves all the misery in this world.

Tara bua asked Abhay while handling her Krishi. " You don't know! You don't know what your darling did to my mother? " Abhay roared angrily at Tara bua. "For what this girl has done to my mother, I should send her to jail, but what can I do, I can't send her to jail as she is my wife.But she won't stay for long now, she was very fond of getting rid of me, I will fulfill her wish very soon." Abhay said this to Krishika who was not in her senses at this time.

She hoped they got used to her presence, because she'd be one of them in the nearest future. Well, even if they got used to her or not, she did not really care. There was an empty chair adjacent to his chair, at the head of the table. She walked towards it and took her seat without a word. The shareholders drew in a sharp breath as they saw this. They wondered who this woman was that she could seat so close to Damien, without a moment's fear. None of them knew her as the CEO of ALLURE. Worse still, they did not know that she was Damien's Ex-wife.

BEATRICE: All through my life, I believed that my ex-husband's family did not care about me. I thought that they hated me for not being able to give a child to their son. I thought they hated me because I did not do my best to stop my ex-husband from divorcing me. Some people were like that. They would blame you and question your worth just because you had a failed marriage. How many instances did I witness that the victim was put into shame when something happened to her?

Rowan, the untouchable CEO, master strategist had just been maneuvered. His hand tightened around the phone. For nine years, he hadn’t truly looked at her. But now, she was everywhere—in his mind, in society’s whispers, in the very heart of his empire. Rowan realized the terrifying truth. He hadn’t lost her. He was only just beginning to see her. She was supposed to be his quiet wife. His safety net, instead she was becoming his greatest rival. And maybe, just maybe, she was the one woman he could notice longer control.

‎ ‎In her mind— If only these two fools standing in front of her knows that they don't even worth her sight, not to talk of her attention. ‎ ‎The snitch she once considered a friend, was so eager to flaunt the garbage she had already dumped for her at her face. ‎ ‎And the other one, the guy she had bestowed wealth upon with her influence in the society think she wasn't worthy of him. ‎ ‎She couldn't wait to see the look on their faces once they realize she wasn't whom they thought of her to be. ‎ ‎With an unbothered expression, she calmly told them to carry on. "I see. Then, carry on"

She leaned down, whispering something into my father's ear that made him flinch. "The Thornes didn't just ruin my family, Elara. They stole a patent, a chemical formula for sustainable logistics that would have made us the most powerful company in the world. They murdered my father to get it, and they paid your father to help them cover it up. You aren't just a Vance. You are the daughter of a woman who was erased from history." The timer on my father's chest beeped, a sharp, insistent sound. Two minutes remaining. "Stop this!" I screamed, lunging toward her.

I had cooked his favorite soup, and I had carried it across the city on the train because the driver was busy, and I had wanted, so badly, to be a wife who was needed. "I remember you," I said. "You do?" "You were kind about it. You gave me a glass of water." "I was not kind." Dana pressed her hand to her mouth. "I looked at my screen and I said Mrs. Daniel is not on the list. You said, I am his wife. I said, I am sorry, ma'am, I have my instructions. You sat down. You said you would wait. I watched you wait until it was dark." "It was not your fault."

I noticed it, and for the first time, it didn't move me at all. "You think I would fake something like that? After everything we've been through?" "I think you've been faking a lot of things." "Daniel, don't be cruel." "What's cruel," I said, keeping my voice low, "is that I left my wife in pain on a dark beach because you wanted attention." Her eyes sharpened. "Your wife? Daniel, she's your ex-wife. You signed the papers."