Novel & Cerita Ex Husband Please Be Gentle

I didn’t bother hiding. I hated that he has stirred me up with all those mixed signals, only to turn around and act like I meant nothing. Honestly, I was just relieved I hadn’t given in to the temptation. He took the remote and pressed pause. Finally giving me his full attention— if only to indulge my complaints. “Ex-wife,” he corrected, punctuating the word with a dismissive Wave of his finger. “Also, I could have remembered, even if you didn’t help me.” I groaned quietly, I didn’t want to argue with him.

The man who once stomped on my dignity like it was nothing, now reduced to… this. And honestly, what did that have to do with me? “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, taking a slow breath, forcing my voice to stay calm and rational. “But this isn’t something I can fix. He needs a therapist, or he needs to figure things out by himself. I’m just the ex-wife he threw out of his territory. I can’t help.”

“I am your ex-wife. The only reason I pick your calls is because of our son. Don’t ever touch me like that again.” “What?” He chuckled lightly, like it was some kind of joke. “It was just a harmless kiss, Aurelia. Don’t make it dramatic.” “Harmless?” I repeated, disbelief burning through my veins. “Don’t you ever treat me like we’re lovers. We are not.” There was a pause. Then, in that low, smooth voice he said, “But we can be again.” “Goodbye, Grant.” I hung up before he could finish. My hand shook as I stared at my phone, anger simmering beneath my ribs.

“Hmm... let’s not talk about that.” He nodded in agreement. “I have to say you look really beautiful ma’am.” I raised a brow at him making him almost choke his drink terrified. “I am sorry I just can’t get over the fact that I am here with my boss’s ex-wife.” Ex-wife. That is what people will call me when they find out. Focus on the date that is the whole point of this. I placed my hand on Gerald’s big ones and smiled at him. “I understand. You know what I know what we can do to get past this.”

open. He looked good. He looked like everything I’d tried to forget. “Hi,” he said, sliding into the chair across from me. “Hi.” Silence. Awkward and heavy. “You look good,” he said finally. “Different. Your hair’s longer.” I touched the ends self-consciously. I’d been growing it out for a year. “Thanks. You look—” I stopped. Telling my ex-husband he looked incredible seemed like a bad idea. “You look different too. The beard.” “Yeah.” He rubbed his jaw. “Grew it after—” He stopped. After what? After we split? “Recently.” More silence. “I’m sorry about your grandmother,” I said. “I loved her.” “She loved you too.” His voice went rough. “Asked about you until the end. Wanted to know if you w

His authoritative tone and scorning glare were so intimidating but his ego wouldn't let him give up, and he had a plan with Alice, disappointing her wouldn't make his marriage with her easy. " Very well, I'm your wife's ex-husband", " So?", ' huh', Victor blinked awkwardly and with attention on them he cleared his throat and maintained his composure, " Just wondering", " About?", " How you're coping with her, you know, old habits don't die young, you must know the reason why I divorced her, I couldn't tolerate such embarrassing behaviors and I have my standards. I'm sorry you fell into such a woman's hand", he said and patted his shoulder.

"I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do." "I HAVE. YOU'RE STILL MINE. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THOSE FUCKING PAPERS. THEY CAN'T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME. YOU'RE STILL MINE AND MINE." I stepped back stunned at his sudden yelling. My eyes slightly expanded as well witnessing him behaving so aggressively. I wanted to fight. Wanted to shout at him with equal intensity but I know well how to not take chances. He's angry I can't make him angrier. He might end up doing something which I don't know for him but surely will be harmful to me.

“That is enough.” The way he said it left no room for argument. “I apologize for the behavior of my wife, we'll be leaving now” he said calmly to Seraphina without looking at her directly. Vanessa pressed her lips together, clearly displeased, but she said nothing more. Seraphina let out a soft, humorless laugh, the sound laced with disbelief. “Wife? Wow, sir.” she walked a little closer to him “That slipped out a little too naturally…how long have you been using it as an excuse?”

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

"Thank you, Beverly. That was soothing, but I'm...fine." Really was I? "Actually, no...I'm not," I added immediately; what use was lying? I picked up the remote and increased the volume of the cartoon show Velma and Daniel were now arguing about. God bless their souls. "I'm not. I'm...anything but!" "Oh..." Beverly moved from her seat to mine. "Tell me about it." And I would become a typical woman who was still hung up on her ex-husband's actions from five years ago. I should be allowed to do that much, right? Rant about it until I finally reached a certain point of closure.