Chasing Back My Ex-wife After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Drugging your ex-wife? Planning to play house in another country?” “Cheryse,” I growled, pissed. She’s not putting the kibosh on my plans. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Oh, don’t look so surprised, husband.” She laughed as she pulled a phone from her purse. “You think I don’t see what you do? I put a tracker on your car two weeks ago. I’ve been watching you, Caleb. Every sneaky little move.” My jaw tightened. “You bitch!” “Maybe,” she said with a shrug, “but at least I’m not delusional enough to think some washed-up little wife deserves the life I built with you.”

It sounded so terribly heartbreaking when anyone referred to her as my ex-wife. It felt surreal, but then whenever I remembered how quickly and cruelly I had served her those divorce papers, it reminded me how real it was and how perfectly I deserved the pangs of pain I felt each time thoughts of her flashed through my head. But then, I haven't given up on her search yet. Once in a while, I contacted every private search agency that I got a whiff of to secretly search through the country and the neighboring countries as well, and even though they always returned empty-handed, I still held onto a little strand of hope that one day, she will be found.

Regardless of how much Fabe hate him and his family, Bryce wants to fix his relationship with her. He thought that he wasted their marriage believing all the lies about her. Now that the divorce was final, it would be impossible to win her back. "Sir, I cannot find any information about your ex-wife. I've searched everywhere and followed her just as you instructed, but nothing new," the private investigator reported back to Bryce. After the bar incident, she had her followed and investigated. Turns out it's another dead end.

Chase said angrily, then slammed the door behind him. Ivy held back her tears and pushed the door open slowly. “Chase, I brought you a cup of hot chocolate drink, I heard from Isla that you are not feeling too well,” Ivy said as she stepped into the room. “I never asked you for anything at all, did I? Why are you trying so hard to focus your way into my space, Ivy Haddock? Stay away from me and don't even think that you could use deceptive means on me as you did with grandpa. You are not worthy of being my wife. Just you wait until it's three years, I will divorce you and send you away from here” Chase raised his head from the laptop on the slab and said.

Years passed in the blur in the memory of Alena and since then Stephen was leading a shallow existence, consumed by work and buried in his responsibilities. He had severed all ties, including his relationship with his mother, leaving her with only distant memories of the past. As he sat in his office, his eyes landed on a photo of Alena, his beloved wife. A tear slid down his cheek as he whispered to the empty room, “I miss you so much. I promise, in the next life, I will love you, cherish you, and never doubt you.”

he finally stopped walking. “Oops, you found out your ex-wife is a stunning designer and now you want her back? How interesting!” I laughed in mock. “Reina, I….” “If you want me to be the designer for Triple A, sign the bloody divorce paper,” I interrupted smoothly. Since he wants me badly, I will make sure I am out of his bloody reach.

I clasped my lips, shut my eyes, and sighed. Opening my eyes back, I added, "She used to be a sweet girl. An angel. I must have been a dick for changing her into a devil and a stonehearted woman." "What to do? You are in for the money, but she isn't even ready to give you a space to get the money," he spurted out. Was I really after her father's money? I realized that it was just an excuse for me to keep chasing my ex-wife. I mean, it was hard to accept defeat. It was hard to agree that I could truly become a fool for the same woman I treated horribly years ago.

Knew her better than I did. Florence never talked about her friends or family with me. I had known her my entire life, but as I stood in that conference room, I realized I knew nothing about my wife. Ex-wife. It was too late. The only reasons I could find to talk to her were work or this investigation. It wasn’t a lot… it was nothing… but I would try to use it to bring her back to me. When did talking to her become so hard? I hoped she would call me to pick her up from work like I offered. Because watching her walk away? It felt like she was slipping from my life.

The second woman shouts at her, pushing her away and making her fall to the ground. “Richard, this woman wishes you nothing but evil. She isn't supposed to be here. She is your ex-wife, and I am your current wife. You asked her for a divorce when she cheated on you, and now she is back, pleading with you to take her back. I am sure she even knows how you got into this accident. Send her out right away!” What? I had an ex-wife. And I remarried? Everything she's saying appears unfamiliar to me. Making me shut my eyes at intervals as ambigious scenes flash, making me feel a throbbing in my head.

“I want my woman back. I want the girl I met near the Brooklyn Bridge when her car broke down. Please, I want my wife back, Alisha. I can’t do this anymore.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Gosh, you were insulting me the other day in front of your board members, and now you want my sympathy? If you’re having some problems with your wife, I suggest you settle things with her and leave me alone.” “I will never let you go again, Alisha. You’re my wife. You’re the woman I want to have a family with.” My heart raced when I heard that. How dare he? I was pregnant with his child when he chased me out of the house and divorced me because his wife was pregnant.