Chasing Back My Ex-wife After Divorce Novels & Stories

But most notably, divorced, which only meant one thing; she was mine to claim. “You remember her, right?” “I do,” Edward affirmed. “Though I’m surprised you still recognize her. Have you been stalking her?” “No. I could never forget that face — and body.” “Interesting. So she came back this time to draw her husband’s face above his name?” My lips lifted in an amused smirk. “Actually, she came to get rid of her husband’s name. Her ex-husband.” “Holy Molly! What’s happening to marriages these days?” he exclaimed.

Like holding a glass bird in her palms. Three months. That was all she had left of this marriage. In three months, she would file for divorce. She wouldn’t ruin his happiness with Jasmine. She wouldn’t be the bitter ex-wife who tried to trap him with a baby. She wouldn’t do that to her child either to bring them into a war zone of hate and resentment. I willkeep this a secret. From him. From everyone. The baby didn’t kick. Not yet. But she swore she felt something a quiet, steady presence answering her silent promise. A tiny heartbeat that belonged only to her.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

my dad who had noticed my panicking chipped in, after much effort to say something, "Don't stop holding her back for me, please," I begged, finally able to find my voice, "I've been planning on coming back really soon to divorce her, I just.." "What! Divorce me," the unmistakable voice of Chloe sounded in the background like a tigress ready for a fight, my hand flew instantly to my face, sweeping my hair backward as I realized she had been listening to our conversation, and my father never told me she was there otherwise I wouldn't have made my intentions known to her, I was still fiddling in my new reality when her voice like a ranging ocean struck my ear, her pitch was high and ready for a

When her husband touches her arm, Simon decides it is time to leave. “I will see you in a jiffy then,” he mutters and heads towards the entrance without waiting for a reply. There is no denying he feels a bit of jealousy, and it makes him scold himself for the emotion. If she is married, he should let go of whatever had happened between them in the past. But he knows he can't. The fact that she is back, very close to him, makes him want to do everything he can to get her back. It's sad that she is married, and chasing a married woman is unethical unless they are not in love.

“How about you? Still single after your divorce too?” I had a hard time answering her question. Well, how am I supposed to explain that I’m chasing my ex-wife again, right? So, instead of telling more, I chose to answer the easiest response. “Yeah. I guess so.” “You know, our parents were convinced we’d end up together someday. They practically planned our wedding before we even hit high school,” Caroline recalled as her smile faded just a little while she looked at me. I nodded. “Yeah, I remember that too.”

We both tried to make amends for our mistakes and we succeeded because at the end of the day, we're back in each other's arms. My then divorced husband chased me back, and worked hard for the second chance even without the assurance that we'll still end up together. In the end, we got married again and are now expecting our third child. I already forgave him. I already forgave myself. There's no longer hate residing in my heart. Everything in it is just purely love for the family I’m building with my wedded husband. Tyler Walter, the man of my dreams. The man who saved me from the dark. The man who hurt me many times, but worked hard for my forgiveness. I’m ready to spend my forever with him

“So you’re saying if he shows up tomorrow with another bouquet, you’ll slam the door in his face?” “Yes.” “No hesitation?” “None.” She raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Right.” I sigh, rubbing my temple. “I’m serious. I have no interest in going back to that family. Do you know how exhausting it was being part of their world? Constantly walking on eggshells, dealing with Fiona’s manipulations, Lyle’s inability to prioritize me over her, and his mother treating me like an outsider no matter what I did?” I shake my head. “I’m done. I’ve had enough.”

He'd meant to talk to her—those vague social media posts screamed for attention—but something always got in the way. And then the gifts started showing up. Little things, foreign things, items you couldn't find in the States. Suspicious, Max checked the security footage. The sight of Chad sneaking up to their doorstep? It set his blood boiling. He'd thrown those gifts in Irina's face, sparking fight after fight. Until, finally, she'd quietly filed for divorce and moved back to Kaldora. Now Max's icy tone cut through the air. "Mr. Felton, you've got some nerve. Married, and still chasing after someone else's wife."

She sponsored me through University and never left my side for once. My phone buzzed and as I pulled it out of my bag, I was bombarded with a series of messages, from a strange number. It wasn't the first time it would be happening since I got married to a womanizer. Someone had taken it as a duty to send me pictures of Nathaniel and his arrays of girlfriends at hotels, restaurants, and airports. Maybe this person thinks I care when I actually don't. As I stared at the pictures, the more anxious and nervous I got. I just couldn't wait for four hours to pass before I saw him and told him I wanted a divorce. I better do it now.