Chasing After My Wife Novels & Stories

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

"They think I raced because Antonio broke my heart, like I needed to prove something to my ex-husband instead of proving something to myself." "Does it matter what they think?" Lucas asked gently. "No," she said, but it stung anyway, the way they'd taken her moment and made it about Antonio, made her achievement about a man who'd thrown her away. She kept scrolling, found more articles that all said variations of the same thing—heartbroken ex-wife seeks validation through dangerous comeback, woman scorned returns to racing after billionaire husband moves on, Jayda Marlowe's cry for help on the racetrack.

"All the pieces are ready. It's just the moment." "And after Vermont?" "After Vermont we have Christmas in Tacoma and James and Maya's first married Christmas and a Henry Chen exhibition in Chicago that Claire has been developing and the civil action reaching its first milestone." "That's a full winter." "It's always a full winter." He pressed his mouth to the side of my face, warm and unhurried. "I love you," he said. "I know." I turned fully and kissed him properly, both hands on his face. "I love you too."

"Just stop for a minute. Think about this. What if it's not her? What if you drive all that way and it's just another woman who looks like her? You'll be devastated." "Then I'll be devastated." I pulled my arm free. "But at least I'll know. At least I'll have tried." "You've been trying for six weeks!" Her voice rose, frustration breaking through the careful concern. "You've barely eaten. Barely slept. You're destroying yourself chasing ghosts!" "She's not a ghost!" I shouted. The words echoed in the hallway. "She's my wife. And she's out there somewhere. And I will find her." Bella stepped back, her eyes wide. Hurt flashing across her face.

Nikolai My wife is ignoring me. My fingers clench at my sides as I watch my wife walk into our house, her shoulder subtly grazing mine as she steps into the living room, just enough for me to catch the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla she leaves in her wake. That fucking scent had been engraved in my mind all morning, and after last night, I determined I never wanted to get away from it. I wanted it everywhere I was, and I was willing to have it engraved in my fucking veins if I had to.

She said quietly, "You can't say a word about this to my husband. Just forget it ever happened. I don't remember much anyway, and besides, I'm not pretty. Last night won't be memorable to you anyway." Chase was stunned. This woman… was she stupid or just plain dumb?! If last night wasn't memorable for him, would he bother to find her after she left a nuisance of a note? Why would he replay every moment of their lovemaking in his head so much that he couldn't think straight throughout the day? Why would he remember what her eyes looked like and the way she'd pleaded for him to make love to her? Why would he unconsciously compare her to his wife?

"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."

The therapist tilted her head to the side and chuckled. “You said you can't get her off your mind. You love her Mr Chase.” Chase looked at her incredulously. “See? If you didn't love her, you'd have denied it the moment it left my mouth. That's the reason you're feeling such. You love someone else and your wife to be is a very hard person to deal with. You're worried that after the marriage, her behaviors will get worse and you might not be able to take it.” Chase sighed. Only one sentence stuck to him. He loved Hailey.

Hey guys, I want to appreciate everyone who reads this book. It means a lot to me. Sooooo, I know some of you might not be happy with the end, but I want you to know it's just a story. And wait, remain calm! There's going to be book two. This is more like a prequel, an introduction to their love story. Book two is titled: Chasing her. It'll be out soon. Yes. Soon. You don't wanna miss book two, do you? 🤔

I had planned to take back my father’s company, but now I am the one running it. I had planned to get married to Bran, make him love me wholeheartedly and then divorce him after a year as revenge for what I went through six years ago. But these past few days, I can’t seem to understand myself. Sometimes, I feel drawn to him, and my initial plans tend to recede from my mind. I suddenly heard a faint thud, and it seemed to come from the kitchen. I turned around to the direction of the kitchen and wondered what could have made such a sound.