Chasing Back My Ex-wife After Divorce Novels & Stories

I try to hold back tears but fail miserably. "Fine, I'll leave!" I declare, storming off. As I walk away, my heart aches at the thought of our marriage falling apart. What if we just... I shake my head, feeling a knot in my stomach as the word "divorce" pops into my mind. What should I do?

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

The air in the car was almost suffocating when I finally spoke, slowly— “In the past, Sharon abandoned you, and then you came after me. You pursued me for three years, and I finally said yes. All these years, through every storm, through your poverty and your lowest points, I was the one who stood by you. “Then, when you found success, you divorced me for her… and now, because of her, you've fallen back to rock bottom again.”

Paige was in utter despair, and it didn't help that Cedric's mother doesn't like her, when she asked her about Cedric, she simply mocked her along with Marlynn the woman she had loved and wanted for her son. Paige was left with nothing. Six months ago, he returned home and the first thing he asked her for, was for her to sign divorce papers. To say Paige was shocked was an understatement, three years of waiting for him to return home only for him to come back and ask her to sign a divorce paper, so what about her? She has put her life on hold waiting for him to return, all that was just a waste.

She had never been the type to nag at me. Since our divorce wasn't finalized yet, all I did was mute her messages. However, Willow was determined to find me. She even hired someone to look into my whereabouts overseas. She kept waiting for me to send her a reply, but I never did. In the last few days, she had sent me more messages than she ever did throughout our four-year marriage. In order to force me to show myself, she posted a picture of me online and claimed that she had lost contact with me—her husband. She asked the public to help her look for me. She also explicitly wrote that she didn't want a divorce.

"But the investors from—" "Handle it," I cut him off, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly as if that would make it arrive faster. The drive to Harvest & Hearth was a blur of red lights I barely stopped for and horns blaring at my reckless lane changes. All I could think about was Serena—my wife, divorce papers be damned—sitting there with another man, probably telling him all about our failed marriage, and the ex-husband who couldn't give her what she needed—emotionally, of course.

“What are you doing here?” “I'm here on a vacation.” “Alone?” I hesitated for half a second. “No with my daughter.” Her brows lifted slightly. “You have a child now?” I nodded once. “Yes I do.” “Wow. Kiara Mitchell, so you are married or divorced? I didn't hear you mention your husband.” I stiffened slightly. “Mind your business.” “Oooouu, why are you being so rude.” I exhaled slowly. “Still the same, Vanessa.”

And excitement was in her voice. Wasn't that clear? I was still thinking about him, which only meant one thing. "What think?" I huff trow question instead. "Hm, let me think." She then paused before coming up with a lengthy statement. "I think you can't forget him, despite the fact that you were the one filing for the divorce? Why? Because, deep down, you want to believe his story. That's why you stay single. You fail to move on, and when he is back... the feelings resurface. And because now that you have decided to accept his story, there is no reason to keep your poker face. Your love will be shown, anyway." And when I thought she was done with it, she added, "So yes. You love him."

She said sharply, "In case you forgot, you're actually my ex-husband. We're divorced. Quit talking about some genealogy book and ancestors and lineage. Do you think you're of some royal family to be even speaking of such things? This isn't medieval times. The divorce certificate is the only law and the law is higher than anyone else. If you dare to violate me again, I'll call the police. Do whatever you want if you aren't afraid of being humiliated. One more thing, I have hired two masters in martial arts to guard the second floor and they're starting work this evening. I want to prevent certain thieves and perverts from breaking in. Sorry that you have to do this, ex-husband. But, hurry the

"You've been here. Working. Running the company, actually. Your father retired three years ago. You're CEO now." CEO. I was twenty-seven in my memories. How could I be CEO? "What else?" Something in James's expression told me there was more. "Tell me everything." James sat down heavily in the chair beside my bed. "You got married four years ago. To a woman named Elara Bennett. You divorced her two weeks ago, right before the accident." The words didn't make sense. Married? Divorced? I had no memory of any woman named Elara. "I don't understand. Why would I marry someone and then divorce them?"