100 (Mga) Novel na May Kaugnayan sa Chasing My Ex Wife Back

The way her smile had once made his heart race. The way she had broken him. He clenched his jaw, his chest aching. She had chased him away like he was nothing. Tossed him aside as if all the moments they shared didn’t matter. So why was she back now? What did she want from him this time? Grayson pushed the papers aside and stood up, pacing across the room. His footsteps echoed in the large office, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the noise in his head. He walked to the window and stared out at the city below. The streets were crowded, people rushing back and forth, living their lives without a care for what he was feeling.

Knew her better than I did. Florence never talked about her friends or family with me. I had known her my entire life, but as I stood in that conference room, I realized I knew nothing about my wife. Ex-wife. It was too late. The only reasons I could find to talk to her were work or this investigation. It wasn’t a lot… it was nothing… but I would try to use it to bring her back to me. When did talking to her become so hard? I hoped she would call me to pick her up from work like I offered. Because watching her walk away? It felt like she was slipping from my life.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean I’d give you a chance.”

"It's your project. You'll be the main liaison with Vincent at the hospital. Handle it well." "Of course," I murmured and slid the tablet back in my purse. My fingers brushed the edge of the damning picture that would either be the final nail in the coffin of our marriage or the start of a new beginning. New beginnings...that was merely wishful thinking. I risked a glance at Aiden, my gaze lingering when I noticed he'd leaned back against the headrest and had his eyes shut. He wasn't asleep, but most likely deep in thought as the car began to move smoothly. I took this rare opportunity to study him, committing every single feature on his face to memory because, who knew, the next moment, I could find myself with a broken marriage, alone, pregnant, and out of my marital home.

Dominic POV Aiden burst into my office, his voice filled with urgency. "Boss, we found her!" The moment those words reached my ears, I leaped from my chair, my heart racing with hope and anxiety. It had been a year since my Ex wife vanished without a trace, leaving me in a constant state of worry and regret. I often wished I could rewind time and be the husband I should have been, but now it felt like that chance had slipped away. "How? When?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, as I caught Aiden's gaze. His eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was also a hint of sympathy that made my heart ache.

“What is it?” “Liam!” Adrian’s voice crackled with urgency. “Jesus Christ, have you seen your ex-wife?!” Liam sat up straighter, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Did you just use ex wife and still asking me if I have seen her?”. “I’m literally at her bachelor party—or whatever the hell this is. Bro, she’s throwing it like she’s celebrating a second life. There are—” Adrian paused, clearly overwhelmed. “There are male dancers, and she’s right in the middle of it, laughing like a damn goddess. She’s even—God—dancing for them.”

My ex-wife. *****

How dare she! “You are not going anywhere until you tell me how long you have been fooling me, Chase. Didn’t our marriage mean anything to you before you could make any drastic decisions about it? Let’s go home, baby. It is our marriage anniversary today. Your ex is just a craving that will pass. I will not be mad at you, I just want us to work on us,” Her tears streamed down to her cheeks.

Elara's lashes fluttered, but her heart remained unmoved as she faced her ex-husband. "How many times do I have to say it for you to remember? We're not close. Back when we got divorced, you were terrified I'd come back. "So, why do you keep showing up now, trying to make yourself relevant?" Elara's words made the man's tone turn cold and sharp. "You're overthinking it! You don't actually think I came here on purpose to run into you, do you?" Harvey's lips curled into a mocking smile, and his dark eyes were filled with disdain. Yet, he couldn't help but glance away out of guilt, unable to meet Elara's gaze directly.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. What's got you so upset anyhow? You've never given a shit about a pussy, and you sure as fuck haven't attached a name or a claim to one." He was right. I hadn't. My expectation for him to understand that-since I hadn't ever done it and did it now-ought to illustrate the importance of this particular female. Then I remembered who I was talking to. Chase had cheated on his wife the night before they got married. "Just forget it." I didn't have the energy to discuss any of this with my best friend. Chase leaned against my tool chest. I sensed him following me around my bay, although he never moved. "Man, you need to get yourself right before she gets you hurt."

"Hold it together, Chase. At least until the new company is stable. Find her. Bring her back. Play the part as her fucking husband." Chase wrenched himself free, straightening his jacket with a sneer. "At this point, I don't give a fuck about the merger. But for what it’s worth, I tried calling her. Happy? Her phone is switched off. I guess she’s at one of her friends' places, crying into a bottle of cheap wine." Richard’s eyes narrowed. "Which friend?" "How should I know?" "You're going to find out. You are going to get in your car and go to her friend’s place and bring your wife home."

The question threw me off balance; her clever deflection forced me to try another tactic. She was indeed a clever woman; I would give her that. But I need some answers to these questions that have been plaguing my mind lately. I couldn't seem to shake off the words of Chase from my mind: "... Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife. And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." The words never left. It kept haunting and assailing my thoughts. The person who could ascertain the authenticity of Chase's claims was standing before me, and I couldn't afford to whisk this opportunity away.

"If she was really pregnant, why didn't she tell you?" I laughed bitterly. "She tried." I grabbed my car keys and headed for the front door. Lucy hurried after me and caught my arm. "Where are you going?" she asked. "To find my wife." The words came out before I even realized what I had said. Lucy's face changed immediately. "She's not your wife anymore," she snapped. "She signed the divorce papers." I pulled my arm away. "She signed them because I gave her no choice." I rushed outside and got into my car. As soon as the engine started, I drove out of the gate. I called Emily again and again, but every call went unanswered. By the time I reached the small apartment she used to live in before we got married, the lights were off.

When her husband touches her arm, Simon decides it is time to leave. “I will see you in a jiffy then,” he mutters and heads towards the entrance without waiting for a reply. There is no denying he feels a bit of jealousy, and it makes him scold himself for the emotion. If she is married, he should let go of whatever had happened between them in the past. But he knows he can't. The fact that she is back, very close to him, makes him want to do everything he can to get her back. It's sad that she is married, and chasing a married woman is unethical unless they are not in love.

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

"No Adams, I don't believe any of what you're saying to me right now, and even if she's returned with a baby, how sure are you that the child is yours, do not forget that Alicia has been away for many years now, it's so obvious that she must have moved on with her life because I see no reason why she wouldn't do that, so that child you think belongs to you, or rather, you claim belongs to you isn't yours Adams." Adams shook his head sadly. "I don't care what you think or say mother, Alicia is back and I'm not giving up on her this time, I'm not going to listen to whatever nonsense you have to say like the first time because all I want is my ex wife back and I'm going to do everything it takes to get back with Alicia. And never ever call me for something as stupid as this." He warned before leaving. "Adams! Adams!" His mother called loudly but he paid deaf ears to her calls. "I'm still your mother Adams so come back here!" She screamed.

I rushed to my car, my mind racing with a thousand scenarios as I followed them, hoping they wouldn’t notice a car tailing them. Who was he? Did she remarry? Was he a boyfriend? I needed to know. My phone rang, jolting me. It was Sasha. Seeing her call seemed to get me back to my senses because it dawned on me that I was stalking my ex-wife, but I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I was so curious about finding out who she was with. I didn’t want to answer, but the ringing persisted, so I picked up and put her on speaker, my eyes still on the road.

"Get back to the shape you were before we met! Is that too much to ask?! I am not the same man you married? Yes! Are you the same woman I married Lena. It's not fair to me either! I spent money to have something other men have for free in marriage. I can't get it up for you....do you want me to keep living like this?" “I’m trying… I swear I’m trying so hard,” I cried, voice rising into a desperate wail. "I spend a lot of money in weight loss drugs. I starved myself until I feel dizzy… can't you see how much I am trying Mitch? I really want to be that woman for you again because....I miss you Mitch...you are here but not here at the same time...I want my husband back". Mitch stood there naked, his cock still half-hard and glistening with another woman’s cream, looking down at me with a mix of annoyance and cold detachment.

WYATT If you are wondering what I felt, it was a mixed feeling. I had just heard my wife arrange a meeting with a man in front of me, whom I suspected had a more doctor-patient relationship. Okay. Ruby was my ex-wife, whom I had been trying to win back as my wife. My hands on the steering wheel tightened at the thought that they—Ruby, Austin, and Brian—were spending a pleasant time together, and the probability that I would lose Ruby again!

To him, I must be worthless now. “I should be asking you that. What’s your agenda, Austin? I came here to meet my ex wife. Why are you acting like a thorn? It can’t be that you’ve fallen in love with her, is it? That couldn’t be why you’re so frustrated over my sudden appearance is it?” As I cut him off, I didn’t know when a scoff burst out of my mouth, my icy tone matching his.