Chasing After My Wife Novels & Stories

They have clearly got no idea the gruesome, traumatic things my wife has been through when it comes to captivity because if they do, they won't be staring at me like morons with no aim in life. "YOU ALL HAD BETTER LOOK FOR MY WIFE! LOOK FOR HER EVERYWHERE TO ANY LENGTH YOUR LEGS CAN TAKE YOU! FIND HER FOR ME RIGHT AWAY!!" I ordered, clenching my fists by my sides and immediately they dispersed off their duty posts, each person off to every nook and cranny of the office to search for my wife.

He said he will never care about her, so he won't go after her… she will be fine by herself. Saying such a thing was useless because after a few seconds, he found himself standing from his seat and went after his wife. No matter how he tries to ignore that little charming wife of his, he just couldn't. He always finds himself caring and worrying about her even though he doesn't want to. 'urgh!!!' he groaned silently but still didn't stop from walking after her. Walking through the same brown door as his wife, he met a quiet pathway and there's no sight of his wife. Where could she be?

She gasped and moaned, placing her head on the cushions, slowly rising her ass. “Damn, your friend is so tight,” I let it slip, looking at my wife’s reddish face. I could see her hand moving faster. Chomzy began moving her ass too, throwing it back, hastening her pace, and now I barely had to move. Her ass was coming to me. “Slap it.” She said, “I want your wife to see your handprint on my ass,” I was getting close to cum, but I could not stop. Just two more minutes, I thought to myself. My wife was now licking her fingers, juices dripping onto her boobs.

So technically, the chair is forever mine and it would be passed to whatever offspring I might decide to have. Seeing her in a pitiful state and using her as my personal punching bag, was satisfying to me. It was my mistake to not have my way with her. The next time I lay my hands on her, I'd make sure to, at least she's my wife. I have a say on her. I reached for my phone and dialed Arico's number. “Yes boss,” he said into the phone, immediately he picked up. “Increase the eyes on the streets, we have to make sure we find my wife this time around. She made an appearance at the house today, she would be living around. Not far.”

It was my instincts telling me that something was about to happen. And I stepped out from the back door, noticing that my husband's ex-wife was rushing into the woods. With the haste that she had left with I thought that there was actually a formal meeting that she had to attend but what kind of important meeting will be held in the woods? Perhaps she was going to see Alder? With those thoughts trapped in my mind I followed her desperately, and as soon as she shifted I did the same as well so that I would be able to keep up with her it would have been easily achievable for me to outrun her but this was not a race.

I narrowed my eyes glaring at her making her step back. "Come on, I was just kidding." She mumbled when I started stepping near her. "Come here you little!" With that, I chased my running and laughing wife around the garden forgetting the rain that was falling over us. That time I forgot I needed to have dinner, I forgot I didn't want to come out in the rain, and I even forgot that my guards were standing there watching their boss chasing his wife like a kid. All I remembered and cared about right now was her and that melodious laugh of hers.

That was all that mattered. The scenes started coming rapid fire, showing glimpses of our married life together. I saw myself doing all I could to be the perfect wife. Making sure all his needs were met. Keeping the house in order. And during the nights when he sought my warmth, I was more than happy to give it. Even though it felt mechanical. Even though my heart would cry and wish we weren’t pretending so much. I was happy. I loved him and that was all. I watched three years pass. Three years of a sterile arrangement disguised as a marriage. Three years of doing all I could to make him love me.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Laura's Point of View I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend. But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try. Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?" Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we're thriving."

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.