Novel & Cerita There He Is Again My Ex-husband

I explained the night was stressful. “Is that all?” He asked, my head snapped to his side. My brows furrowed as I nodded. What else is Father hoping to hear? “You didn’t see him tonight?” He questioned. “Who papa?” “Your ex-husband? You didn’t see him tonight or didn’t he show up?” Henry, he was speaking about Henry. “He did show up and yes, I saw him.” “And what was your reaction?” Okay, these questions were getting too much.

They sat in the canteen, and while her colleagues chatted and laughed blissfully, Mallory only focused on her meal - which she was hardly eating. "Tell us, Mallory; What is it like, working with the new CEO?" Chloe asked excitedly. Mallory itched her neck, finding the question uncomfortable. "He's... he's cool. It's awesome," she shrugged. It was so difficult speaking about Wilder like a random guy. What would be their reaction when they get to know she's his ex-wife? An ex-wife he couldn't even remember. "Right?!" Kaida clapped her hands. "I'm sure if he wasn't engaged, you'd have been crushing hard on him!"

After her, he is the closest person I can consider a friend. He spitted out the drink and stared at me like I have grown two heads. “You mean Madeline Parker, your ex-wife?” He repeated my words in a question form. I cringed at how he called Madeline my ‘ex-wife’. We aren’t divorced yet. “Yes, she came to my office. To be honest, I didn’t expect her to cling on our marriage. It was a surprise for me. All these years, I lived with this thought that she forgot me and moved on in her life but she was actually waiting for me and now, I am feeling like a pathetic asshole.” I confessed, guilt pooled in my heart.

She was about to speak again when she was interrupted by my phone ringing. I checked the caller and saw that it was my assistant. “Hello?” “I’ve been trying to reach you” “Why? Is there any problem?” “I’ll send it to you right now.” She hung up the phone and my phone pinged. She sent me a video. A video of my husband and his ex-girlfriend kissing. The clothes he was wearing were the clothes he was on when he left the house. I felt an unfamiliar ache in my chest and I placed my hand above it, hoping it would numb the pain. It did nothing.

When he spoke, his voice was low and measured. "Hello, Nichole," he said. "It's been a long time." Nichole's heart was racing, and she could barely breathe. "P-Pedro," she stammered, her voice shaking. "What are you doing here?" It turned out that Pedro was her Ex-husband.

I can’t do that anymore, “I have some stuff to do, can you clean up here? Thanks.” “Stop running away from me like I’m going to attack you,” he complains, moving away from me and frowning a little. I look down at his unhappy face, “I won’t attack you.” “I don’t think you’re going to attack me, I just think you forget you’re not my husband anymore,” I say, making him look even more unhappy, “See you later.” “See you later,” he mutters, sprawled angrily in the chair. All I want is to sit on top of him and kiss that frown off, but I walk away instead. I grab Bobbie’s plate, heat it up and then I walk to her room.

Synopsis Katherine McQueen's world shattered when her father borrowed from Massimo Hollingsworth, a ruthless New York billionaire who commands the fearsome Hollingsworth dynasty. When Massimo arrived to collect his due, a tragic accident left him in a coma. Desperate and cornered, Katherine was forced into a marriage she never wanted. His powerful relatives plotted his death, certain he wouldn’t survive, eager to erase her as well by throwing her out once she becomes a widow. But Massimo did survive. When he awakened, the ice in his gaze was nothing compared to the fury in his heart. He recognized Katherine as the daughter of the man who orchestrated his accident. Hatred

Have that in mind. The almost-smile on his face died. I know you hate me sandra,he said. Quiet. Like he’d said it to himself a thousand times in the dark. But in my heart you are still my wife. You will always be my one and only. It should’ve meant nothing. It did something anyway. A hot spike of anger rose in her throat. She bit it down.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I knew whom that midnight black hair belonged to. It belonged to no one else but Lucas Thompson, my husband. The woman in the picture hugged him so tightly with a smirk on her face. Even though it has been four damn years, I couldn't forget that face. The woman was none other than Monalisa Mackenzie, my stepsister whom I hadn't seen in four years.