Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

But here she is, doing exactly that. And Aria—my wife, my new billionaire ex-wife—standing her ground with a strength I never truly understood. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut; all these years, everyone has been treating her like a slave, and I never did anything to stop it. Worse, I never even noticed. I was so caught up in my own world, my own concerns, that I completely failed to see what was happening right under my nose. The guilt gnaws at me, a relentless, bitter ache in my chest.

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

In a soft voice, she said, “We can’t go back to the past, but we can have a better future.” Magnus’s eyes lit up with joy. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement. “Senna, my dear wife.” “Who’s your wife? We’re divorced, remember?” Senna wrinkled her nose in disdain, giving him a playful glare. Magnus laughed. No matter how long it took, he would win her back completely. ***

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

"Instead of stalking my ex-wife and giving her lawyers exactly what they need to ruin us both." "You knew." The realization hit me like another slap. "You knew she bought that penthouse. You knew she was across the street, and you said nothing. How long, Richard? How long have you been talking to her behind my back?" His face twisted with rage. "You're unbelievable." "Am I? Or am I the only one who sees what's happening here?" I moved toward him, desperate now. "She's playing you. Using that billionaire's money to destroy us. And you're just going to let her because what? Because you still....."

I wish I could just move on like it's nothing but I can't. It's so unfair that I am a billionaire and I have all the money in the world, yet I can't keep a steady relationship or marriage. Divorce twice and now Emily is leaving me just two weeks to the wedding and even though I have been nothing but good to all my ex's, I am the one getting all the backlash for their wickedness.