Novel & Cerita Wooing My Ex Wife Gwendolyn

I teased. She laughed and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone once more. I exhaled, scanning the room for a quiet corner where I could breathe. But before I could take another step, a familiar voice stopped me. A voice I hadn't heard in five years. "Gwen? Is that you?" I froze. A slow, dreadful chill crept up my spine, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I knew that voice. I turned, and there he was. Lucas Grayford. My ex-husband.

There was too much going on, and Riley didn’t need to know everything right now. “Gwendolyn!! That’s your ex-husband’s brother.”

What the fuck were they talking about? I glared at them acting all lovey-dovey like they were the only ones around. Fuck! I shouldn’t be acting this way, Gwen is my ex-wife and I don’t have any feelings for her so why am I feeling this way? Angry, upset, and jealous seeing her with another man. “Are you alright?” I snapped my head towards Emily quickly, I didn’t want her to see Gwen. “I’m fine,” I answered forcing a smile out. Emily also smiled and looked back at the man who was still talking about his fast-growing business. I took a peek at those two again and almost regretted doing it, Gwen was cleaning his tux with a handkerchief while he was staring at her with lovely eyes.

“You should have done something,” “It's business, I trust Mr. Carey to handle it.” “You know him, right?” “He's Gwendolyn's ex. He was the guy I told you about. Hey, it's not something you should be sulking over. You look ugly when you're angry.” “What am I? Your wife?” He rolled his wife.

“Move aside. I need to pick up my fiancée now. I have no time to waste reminiscing on the past with you.” She stood stubbornly on the spot, absolutely refusing to move. “No! Give me another chance, Weston! Let’s start again, please?” Helpless, I called Vannessa to bring some guards and get rid of her. After the guards carted Gwen away, Vannessa leaned lazily in the passenger seat, asking me, “Have I lost my freedom after our engagement? Do I need to follow your family overseas?” I could tell she was in a bad mood, so I laughed and teased her. “You can go wherever you want. Ours is a fake marriage, so I wouldn’t dare to restrict your movements. Otherwise, you’ll make me kneel by your bedside

After over 2hours of fucking, Sandra my Personal Assistant finally left my office, luckily my office was Soundproof. She was a bitch, she loves me but I don't give a damn, I'm only after her body, I still need to get a bitch tonight when I leave for home. Gwendolyn Stone It was Friday, the light from the windows shone directly in my eyes causing me to wake up from sleep, I yawned, rubbing my eyes to remove sleep crusts which had formed during the previous night sleep. Recently I've been thinking a lot about everything, my wedding is next week and a lot of preparations have been ongoing, I would be seeing Damon tomorrow, I just pray it goes well.

"We're sorry to inform you that your wife passed away this morning in a car accident." The room went completely quiet. "What?" "I'm very sorry, sir." "No." The word left my mouth before I even thought about it. "No, you've got the wrong person." "Are you Mr. Adrian Hayes?" "Yes, but..." "Is your wife's name Aysha Hayes?" My mouth opened. Nothing came out for a moment. "Sir, are you still there?" "That's impossible." I looked beside me. Mira lay asleep with her back turned to me, the blanket pulled up to her shoulder. I quickly looked away and pushed the thought aside.

"I'm the one to blame. Let Chloe go. Let Gwen go. Do what you want with me." Lorenzo sighed, as if bored by such a melodramatic display. "So predictable. But no. That wouldn't achieve balance. You see, Gwendolyn didn't just marry you, Arthur. She destroyed my aunt, Rosa. She dismantled our operations. She humiliated our family. Her victory was absolute." He turned his full attention back to me, and the air grew cold. "So, her loss must be, as well." He paused, letting the silence stretch, letting the terror fully root in my soul.

He ended the call, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. “How are you?” “Gwen, what are you doing here?” “It’s you again. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t like you anymore? I like someone else.” “Who let her in?” “Sir, she insisted. She said she’s your girlfriend.” “You still haven’t changed. Still a playboy,” said Gwen, his ex-girlfriend. “Ex-girlfriend! We’ve been over for a long time. Why are you back?” “You think I’ll let you toss me aside just like that?”

Then, as if I wasn’t already glittery enough, Gwen had applied body glitter on my shoulders and back. “Thanks.” I said. Gwen beamed, clearly satisfied with her work. “Brayden won’t be able to take his eyes off you tonight.” I struggled to keep the smile on my face. Gwen didn’t know the truth about my ‘marriage’, and I wasn’t about to ruin her illusions. I had almost forgotten that the reason I was getting all dolled up was so I could be Brayden’s arm candy while we investigated his brother, who also happened to be my ex. Fan-fucking-tastic.