All Chapters of CHASING HIS ABANDONED EX-WIFE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Daisy’s pov"Dad... please don't make me choose between you and my husband.”Dad didn’t answer. He just kept pacing behind his desk while I stood there in his office, the familiar smell of old books wrapping around me like it always had when I was a kid“Daisy, you’re asking for too much,” he said, voice low and strained. “A man is dead. Gina's husband—newly married, on their way back from their honeymoon. Now, she’s lying in a hospital bed, barely conscious, widowed before she even took off her wedding dress. This isn’t some minor traffic violation. It's a hit-and-run. Your brother in law broke the law. Are you asking me to do the same?”I swallowed hard, my hands twisting together. “Dad, I’m not asking you to break the law. I’m only asking you to show mercy. Cooper’s family… they’re threatening divorce if Tristan doesn’t get leniency. They blame me for everything.”He stopped mid-step and looked at me, with an unyielding expression. “I never chased you out of my house, Daisy. You ca

Daisy's povNine months later-------------It's been nine months since I signed those papers and walked out of the house that used to be ours. I had found a small place of my own — nothing fancy, but every time, I listened for the low rumble of Cooper's car pulling into the driveway. Every time tires slowed on the street, I sat up, heart climbing into my throat. Every knock on the door made my hands go still over my swollen belly. Every time it wasn't him, another piece of hope quietly died.This afternoon, someone knocked. My pulse jumped. I told myself not to hope, and opened the door anyway.It was my father.“Daisy.” He said softly.I kept one hand on the doorframe. “What do you want?”He looked at my belly, then at my face. “You’re my only child. You’re pregnant and alone. At least let me help you.”“I needed your help once,” I said. “To save my marriage. You refused. I don’t need you anymore. And I never will.”I shut the door before he could answer. I slid down the wall until

Cooper’s pov Three months later —----- Three months since Daisy stood on my doorstep, heavy with my child, and I told her to get rid of it. I had buried the knowledge so deep it only surfaced in the quiet hours—when the office lights dimmed and nothing remained to distract me. She had carried my son. Then the baby died. She left the country. That was all I allowed myself. Anything more would have finished me. I stayed in the office longer than anyone else because work was the only place grief couldn’t fully reach me. I loosened my tie an inch and kept signing document after document. The door opened without a knock. Magnus never came to my office. He summoned. He demanded. He never simply walked in. The air changed the moment he stepped across the threshold. I finished the signature, set the pen down, and only then raised my eyes. He stood just inside with an impatient expression. “Why did you leave your office and come here?” I asked, voice even, almost bored. “I hope it isn

Daisy's POVFive years after leaving New York---The dress was perfect.I'd been staring at it for three hours, making tiny adjustments to the bodice, checking every seam, running my fingers over the silk until I could feel every thread individually. The model stood patiently on the podium, her expression somewhere between amused and sympathetic."Daisy." Her voice was soft, accented with Milanese Italian. "You need to breathe."I blinked. "What?""The dress is beautiful. It has been beautiful for the last hour." She smiled. "You are going to give yourself a heart attack."I laughed. It came out nervous, too high-pitched. "I'm sorry. This is my first show. I just—I want everything to be perfect.""Perfect is overrated." She stepped down from the podium and took my hands in hers. "Look at me."I looked. Her eyes were warm, kind. She'd been modelling for fifteen years, had walked runways in Paris and Milan and New York. She'd seen a thousand nervous designers. She knew exactly what I w

Daisy's POVHe was close now. Close enough that I could see the details I'd missed before. The tiny lines at the corners of his eyes. The faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. The deep burgundy of his tie, matched with a precision that felt almost deliberate, like everything about him had been considered twice.He stopped in front of me.Natalie made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak. Her grip on my arm tightened like she was preparing to launch into orbit.Bradley didn't look at her. He looked only at me. His eyes swept over my face, and there was something in them—something that made my skin prickle with awareness."Give us the room, would you?" He said it casually, like he was asking for a glass of water. But there was steel beneath it. Authority.Natalie let go of me like I was on fire. “I—of course. Yes. Absolutely.” She reached out and gently took the crystal award from my hands. “I’ll hold this for you.” She was already backing away, throwing me a look that sai