Chasing After My Wife Novels & Stories

"You'll have to work harder than this if you want to win your wife's heart back, Mr. Jim!" "Nonsense, Harvey," Bonnie's gentle voice rang out from the direction of the stairs. "I'm not his wife—" "Not yet," Jim interrupted her before she could even finish her sentence. "You'll be my wife in one week from now."

Geoffrey asked coldly. "Geoffrey Carter, there is a limit to my patience. I won't repeat this: if you dare continue harassing her, I won't take my time to warn you next time. The way you attained your success today will be the same way you go back to having nothing. You might even end up in jail for the rest of your life," Christopher said. They glared daggers at each other. Geoffrey clenched his fists, fury burning in his eyes. "You do know that she has a husband, don't you? Are you actually interested in a married woman?"

She looked sexy with her voluptuous breasts when she walked over to Chase to berate him. "What? My wife? I'm only ten. Why would I have a wife?" Chase was astonished. His mind went blank as he stared at Myra's body. Having a wife might not be so bad, after all. "Stop it!" Myra grabbed Chase's ear. "Ow! Please don't. I was wrong. It hurts. Please let go, pretty wifey!" Chase had only just started cultivating, but Myra had been cultivating for a long time, and she was more powerful than he was. All Chase could do was beg for mercy.

Caspian's POV I'm the luckiest man in the world, no question about it. My wife—my Cherry—thrives on challenges. And I intend to give her one she won’t forget. The thought of challenging her sends a thrill through me, making me restless as I pace outside the bathroom door. How does a man go about seducing his own wife when she’s hell-bent on keeping him at arm’s length? “Are you almost done?” I ask, knocking for the fifth time. I can't believe she locked it.

“This isn’t what I signed up for.” His grip tightened, and before I could pull free, his hand moved to my waist and he pulled me into him. “Why do you love being chased?,” he whispered, his fingers brushing away loose strands of my hair. "This isn't about being chased, it's about respect. I might not be your real wife but I deserve some consideration," I replied, my voice shaky as I spoke. "And who said you weren't my real wife?" He asked, his piercing grey eyes focused on mine like he could see my soul.

Rui smirked when she saw that her husband zipped his mouth obediently. 'That's right… Girls should have the upper hand!' … When the couple reached the Yoon Mansion, Chase's tail was still tucked in. He was quietly following his wife while carrying her Faure Le Page Saga City in size 42. He looked like her assistant rather than her husband. He was trying to be careful with his wife's mood. She likes seeing Chase's defeated look. But above all, she liked how great her husband is when it comes to lightening her mood.

Because just the thought of catching a glimpse of her, watching her move through her day, brushing her daughter’s hair or holding her son’s hand, it brought something back to life in me. Something dangerous. Something hopeful. But then, the update that landed yesterday stopped me cold. Her “husband,” the man she had supposedly moved on with, doesn’t even live in the same city. Not just a different house. A different zip code entirely. And that fact, it pulled at something inside me. What kind of marriage is that? What sort of life was she building? Was it real, or just a facade to keep me away? The thought made me sit upright for hours last night, staring at my ceiling with a storm churning

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!

I have lived this long without being a wolf and I can survive a bit longer without it. We head back towards the party and I see my beautiful wife standing beside my great uncle Zachary, talking quietly. I grin at the word wife, feeling a rush of happiness and love. She is my wife. My mate. I move across the room, through the milling crowd of people to get to her. Coming up behind her I slip my arms around her waist and whisper in her ear. “Want to get out of here, wife?” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “Yes!”

Charles. The drive to the werewolf pack seemed like forever even though my heart was skipping like crazy! The scene of my wife falling helplessly, and I know I can't help her, I know I can't do anything, is crazy. It is hurting me! I can't say how she is feeling or what is happening with her now. I just have to have faith that she will be fine. But what if she is not? What if she is being treated poorly? But why my wife? Why would he try to soil our relationship and steal my wife?