Romans & histoires Wooing My Ex Wife Gwendolyn

So she married me only because I was her obedient lapdog. When Mr. Walsh handed me the share transfer agreement, my father-in-law and mother-in-law called. "Nathan Rivera, have you sold the shares yet? Gwen is counting on this money to save her life." For three months, this couple put on an over-the-top performance right in front of me. I crumpled the papers in my hand. "Mom, Dad, tell me the truth. Is Gwendolyn's illness really beyond saving?" Their voices instantly turned flustered.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

Gwen was shocked and her body turned stiff when she heard the two voices. Although she could not recognize the voice of the female, she could never forget the male's voice! It was none other than Ben Zeller! Her ex-husband! The one who deserted her and told everyone that she was dirty because she was harassed by someone else. Ben was the other person who had the key to this place other than Gwen. Gwen's father, Andy, bought this place for them as their wedding present when they got married.

“So tell me, dear… how have you really been? Is Liam treating you well?” Natalie stiffened for a split second. Her eyes flicked toward Liam, who looked up from his phone, expression unreadable. “Actually grandma, Liam and I….”. “Of course I’ve been treating her well,” Liam cut in smoothly, slipping his phone into his pocket. “She’s my wife.” Natalie’s mouth pressed into a thin line. She turned to him slowly, her voice low but sharp. “Ex-wife.” Grandma blinked, her smile faltering. “What did you say?”

"You know full well that Gwen is an orphan, yet you still flaunt your superiority in front of her. How selfish of you!" Alvin also frowned at me, his gaze full of disappointment. "How could you drive Gwen out of the country, Joy? Are you that unwilling to make space for her in your life?" Theodore and Alvin agreed that Gwen was more pitiful and more lacking in love than I, so they wanted to give her all the love they used to give to me. They wanted her to enjoy the feeling of being loved. It had taken me five years to plan my wedding with Theodore. Each rose used at the wedding had been painstakingly grown by me. Every dessert served at the reception had been created by me and couldn't be fo

“You're taking half of our time, Mr. Vistagra. I believe we have nothing to explain. My wife is tired. If you excuse us…” Colton Vistagra watched how her ex-wife left with a man. He was holding Lissie's hand, intertwined. For a moment, he felt disgust and anger toward Louis. It should be his place, he should be the one taking her home and sleeping with but now… it's Louis Brown taking care of his ex-wife. Regret resurfaced within Colton's shell.

As for Wanda's sudden questioning, she was slightly surprised but had no intention of faulting her. "Don't get angry, Ms. Glen. I don't really care about any melodrama gossip. I just think you were a bit sad just now," Wanda said. 'Was I sad?' When she heard Wanda say that word, Gwyneth's heart fell. If she was still genuinely sad, does that mean she had not completely cut off her relationship with the Glen family? After noticing this point, Gwyneth even felt slightly disgusted with herself. While sighing, she regained her senses and saw Wanda's slightly worried expression. Gwyneth gave her a cheery smile, "But in the end, it's merely some trivial family matters. However, it became complicat

"So unless you're impotent, I see no reason why I cannot spend the night with you." "Would you leave me alone if I told you I was impotent?" Gwendolyn replied with a scoff. "Nice try. I know you're healthy as a stallion." "Then what other ways do I have to show you I don't want anything to do with you?" His question came out harsh and Gwendolyn's expression crumbled. Why was she torturing them both by forcing this marriage? She must have little to no self respect for forcing herself on a man who didn't even want her.

15th September 1335 Gwendolyn looked outside the window, heaving a sigh of regret. Right in front of her, her husband whom she thought had died years ago fled and never returned home. The worst thing that had happened to her was watching the man he loved flee and never turn back. She couldn't get a glance of who was after him, but she knew that it was the witch because Aurelius told her that he would run because staying back at the mansion would only put his family in grave danger. The door swung open and her maid stormed into her room distracting her from her heart-touching thoughts. She bowed slightly before raising her head and looking at her.