Chasing After My Wife Novels & Stories

My chest hurts. "How long?" Adrian frowned. "What?" I looked directly at Vivian then back at him. "How long has this been going on?" Vivian shifted uncomfortably. Adrian's face hardened. "You're being irrational." I laughed bitterly. Of course. The wife was irrational. Not the husband ending a marriage, not the woman standing inside my home. Me I suddenly felt exhausted. Completely exhausted. Fighting for someone who never fought for me, waiting for affection that never came, holding onto hope that never existed, maybe I was done, maybe I should have been done long ago. Slowly, I reached for the pen.

I want to see her soon. Hunter chuckled softly, typing out a reply: Don’t worry, Grandma. You’ll see her sooner than you think. He set his phone down and took a sip of his whiskey, his mind already racing with plans. The game was afoot, and he was determined to come out on top. Evelyn might be a CEO now, but she was still the woman he had married—and he wasn’t about to let her forget it. ---

I barely registered the people I passed or noticed the looks I received. Until— “James.” Isabel’s voice cut through the haze, and I stopped and turned back to see her. She was looking at me closely, her brows slightly furrowed as she studied my expression. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer immediately. Because what exactly was I supposed to say? That I had just watched my ex-wife kissing another man? And that the man in question happened to be my biggest competitor? Could I tell her that something about it had unsettled me in a way I couldn’t explain?

Tears rushed to my lids. He saw my misty eyes and gulped, stupefied. Unblinkingly, he stuttered, "Ryan... I... What...?" "I want my company no more. I just want her back. Can't I get her back? I promise you, Casper. I will treat her right. I will never raise my voice at her. I won't talk to other women. I just want my wife back," I cried out, allowing the tears struggling in my lids out. They flowed out freely as though they had just escaped from prison.

"We're really doing this, aren't we? The whole normal family thing." "We're really doing this." She falls asleep in my arms and I lie awake for a while, thinking about how far we've come. Six weeks ago I walked into a strip club and found my ex-wife. Now we're having a baby, planning a wedding, building a life together that's nothing like our first attempt at marriage. This time we're doing it right. This time we're choosing each other every single day, not just in the easy moments but in the hard ones too. This time we're building something that can weather the storms instead of crumbling at the first sign of trouble.

He didn't and that left me more confused than anything. “What's going on, is that we have finally caught you in your act.” Amara hissed, shoving me with both arms and I staggered back, “From the moment I set my eyes on you, I always knew that you were only after my brother's wealth, but never did u imagine that you would stoop this low. And he did nothing other than love you!!” I glanced between the two women who were glaring and practically shooting daggers at me with their eyes.

Telling you would have felt like trapping you.” She stared at him. “So you let me walk around thinking I was divorced?” “I let you walk away without feeling chased.” That made her angrier. “That was not your decision to make.” “I know.” He said it so easily it disarmed her. “I was selfish. I didn’t want to let go, but I didn’t want to force you to stay.” She folded her arms tightly. “You don’t get credit for silent gestures that affected my entire life.” He nodded. “You’re right.” She blinked. His lack of defensiveness made this harder. “Do you understand what this means?” she asked. “Legally?” “Emotionally.” He held her gaze. “Yes.” The word was steady. “It means you never stopped being my

She pulled away in an attempt to hide her red cheeks but it was too late. “You don't own me, Brent.” She said and returned to her phone. “I…” I was about to speak when the car screeched to a stop in front of a luxurious convention center. I took another glance at my wife and shook my head. This was definitely about to be a long night. When we got out of the car, there were not too many people outside so it was easier to go in. I held her waist closer to me and despite her little wriggles and attempt to get out of my hold, I was sure to keep her grounded beside where she belonged. We finally made it to the door and paused.

“I doubt that apart from me, any other person knows. She’s hiding it,” “How did you find out then?” “I found out at a community gathering. It was hosted in Melissa’s house. I was not supposed to be there, well I was not supposed to go to their room, but I missed my way to the bathroom and ended up in the bedroom. What attracted me was the sound of something shattering on the floor. I rushed over and her husband was just coming out of a room. I immediately ducked behind a wall and watched him arrange his cloth and redo his tie. He did not see me as I was hiding . Thankfully, he turned his back and walked in the other direction. I was curious, it has always been a bad trait of mine so I walked

I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement as I whispered, "This is just so humiliating." "I don't care if you fire me over this," Lucien said, rushing up the stairs two at a time, the weight in his arms slowing him down only slightly. "My priority is getting my wife to the hospital, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." My wife. The word landed strange and warm in my chest even through the pain, even knowing what it was and wasn't.