Novel & Cerita Wooing My Ex Wife Gwendolyn

But my ego was so high at the time that I didn’t stop her. "I didn’t stop you," I say slowly. "You left and stayed away from home for three years. You recently came back a few months ago to end this marriage. But I couldn’t let you go." I raise my eyes at her. "I have been waiting for you all those years. When you came back, I planned to start our life together. We made a deal. I asked you to give this marriage three months’ time before you decide whether to end it or continue. You agreed, and I freely expressed my love for you to win you back."

"The entire thing. The announcement, the miscarriage, all of it. Theater designed to trap your ex-husband into marriage." Richard had left me for a lie. He'd chosen Monica, thrown away our marriage, called me worthless and pathetic, all because she'd claimed to be carrying his child. And it had been a lie the entire time. "Miss Winfred?" Lockwood's voice sounded far away. "Are you alright?" "No." I couldn't breathe. The room felt too small. "What else?" He hesitated, and that hesitation sent ice through my veins. "Mr. Lockwood. What else did you find?"

Martin glanced at me, his expression neutral, but I could tell he knew this wasn’t just about business anymore. I started pacing, unable to sit still. “Are you seeing this? Wesley’s not just stealing my market—he’s stealing Sarah too!” “Calm down, Richard—” Martin started. “They’ve been working together?” I muttered under my breath, trying to process it. How long had this been going on? Wesley was stealing my market share, and now it looked like he’d stolen my ex-wife, too. “Richard…,” Martin started cautiously, but I was already pacing, trying to keep my cool. “Calm down. You don’t even know—”

he asked, looking at Kenneth, who was too tired to defend himself. "I am his wife!" Gwendolyn defended, "There is nothing such as consent." Kenneth let out a groan and pushed her, "I said leave me alone!" "But, my king, everything went well last time," Gwendolyn pouted, "Don't you remember how good it was when you released inside me?"

“What are you suggesting, Ger? You want our pup to stay mated to that horrendous wolf?” Gwen did not like the stupid ache in her chest that she felt when someone else said anything against her mate. He was an asshole. It was the truth. She had no ground to contradict that. “So what do we do?” She asked. “What do I do? Why did I feel this pain out of nowhere? Just because I am mated to him? Is it because it has been exactly a year?” Gerald and Matilda looked at each other. “You tell her.” Gerald sighed, leaving the responsibility to his wife. He gestured to Caddie and Oliver to leave the room as well.

"My eyes are on you. I see what you're trying to do to my husband, you want to seduce him! What do you really want to gain from all of this? Is it because you heard that he's about to begin a new venture and you want to lock him down? I thought that you already had what you wanted, so what's the big deal?" "Are you kidding me?" I thought. Both of them were the same in the sense that they felt invincible and almost like no harm could come to them because of this new venture that he was about to begin. Gwen approached me with malicious intent in her eyes, "Why are you so angry that he married me? He has told me about how you have been throwing yourself at him. I didn't peg you to be such a kin

Ash gave him a sidelong glance, alarms ringing in his mind. "Everyone has a past," Olly continued. "But Mr. Edwin has a temper and insisted on fighting with her ex. That's why she left. If it were you, this definitely wouldn't have happened. You have the magnanimity for it, or else your wife wouldn't come out of the Fawkner Group only after dark." Griffith remained expressionless, but he was clenching his teeth and could only glare coldly at Olly. Seeing his expression, Olly feigned astonishment. "What, you didn't know?"

she taunted. "Let me tell you. I'm not going to die in a month. I'll be staying by his side as his wife. As for you? If you choose to stay, you'll have to watch him be with me, sleep with me, and eat with me," Gwen added. Then, she looked at me smugly with the air of someone who had already won. "I know you were testing him at the auction today, but you saw how he reacted. You said you didn't love or care about him anymore. You also said you were going to auction off the symbol of your love for each other. Even so, he didn't react at all.

"See? This is us. Our wedding day. Look at the photo!" Alena hesitated, her eyes darting to the picture. For a fleeting moment, her expression softened. Then she pointed at the photo and said, "Your wife has black hair. Look at me. I’m blonde. I understand you’re grieving, but I am not her." She turned her gaze back to him, now filled with pity. "Please let me go." Stephen refused to let go. His grip on her hand tightened. "No! You’re my wife, Alina! I know you’re angry at me, but please don’t do this. Don’t take Rose away from me."

I adjusted my tie and walked to the podium, while waving for the camera. While giving Hunter a side hug, I sent him a warning, which I intended to keep. “The next time you pull this stunt, I promise you that you will be left with nothing.” Hunter got the message because the smug look on his face was now replaced with a deep scowl. “Mr. Jeff Roswell. It is still speculation for now but is it true that you are still hooked on your ex partner. Mrs. Rosemary Dallas?” The question was much expected and my answer as always was automatic.