Chasing Back My Ex-wife After Divorce Novels & Stories

"These days, I'm not me. This woman with no confidence and no sense of worth is not me. I realized my problem was my husband's withdrawal during the three years we were married. But I didn't see it. "I want to go back to being who I was. I wanted to know what I needed to fix to be able to live a normal life again. I married my ex's uncle. That made us see each other more often. I wanted that for revenge, but things were getting messy." I told her about my pain when my husband asked for a divorce, my agony at seeing him walking intimately with my best friend, and everything that happened after the divorce. The woman listened to me patiently, encouraging me to tell it like it was.

“Mr. Brooks, I’m sure you’re not too busy to come pick up your mother and sister before they embarrass themselves any further. Next time, make it very clear to them that we are divorced. I am no longer part of your pathetic household, and the next time they come after me, I’ll treat them like the rabid strays they are. And let me promise you this, if they harass me again, you’ll be bailing them out from a police station.” “I had enough of your family’s nonsense when I was still chained to you in marriage, now that I’m divorced, I still can’t find peace? Tell me, Liam, is this what the great Brooks name has been reduced to? A pack of leeches who can’t keep their claws off me?”

It was as if she didn’t want to intrude but needed answers. “Just ask it” I threw out; my mouth filled with meatloaf. “What do you plan to do? After the divorce, I mean” I heaved a heavy sigh, “I’ve sure missed working a lot, you know. I intend to go back to everything I gave up because of Ryan” “So..you’ll be going back home?” I nod my head, “Yes, I’ll be going back home” Home…funny how I haven’t thought about it for a year now.

"I need to trigger his memories. Show him photos, tell him stories, make him remember what we had." "Sophia, you're not hearing me. This is harassment. If you show up at his building again, if you contact him, if you do anything to interfere with his recovery, Eve can file for a restraining order. And given your history, she'd get it." "So I'm just supposed to disappear? Let her win?" "She already won. She's his wife..." "Ex-wife." "She's the mother of his child. She's living with him. They're working things out. You've already lost, Sophia. The question is whether you're going to accept that gracefully or make it worse."

The news is already spreading across the room. Giving a quick apology to a highly amused Jeffrey, Chase grabs my arm hard. He pulls me toward a dark, quiet corner near the doors, hiding us from the crowd. The second we’re alone, he loses control. "What are you doing?" he hisses. His voice shakes with anger. "You’re still my wife! You will not embarrass me in public and try to ruin my company!" "I’m not your wife anymore, Chase." The words come out calm and controlled. "I already signed the divorce papers."

" My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again. That day, Nathan cried in my restaurant for a long time, but in the end, he reluctantly left with Christopher. They never came back again. I felt a sense of relief. From then on, there would be no connection between us. As the new year approached, my lawyer called to tell me that Christopher had agreed to sign the divorce papers. His only condition was that I return and go with him to finalize the procedure in person. I agreed. It would be a way to close that chapter of my life.

“I approved of the marriage for a reason. Meanwhile, she's no longer your wife. You both are divorced for goodness sake!” “Is she back in the country?” Ivan asked again. “Yes, she was spotted at the airport yesterday and the information was relayed to me immediately.” “Grandfather Easton. Let nothing happen to my wife and daughter. I will never forgive you if anything goes wrong! I swear I won't.” “Are you saying that you will rise against me?” Easton asked. “If anything happens to both of them, I'll never forgive you! I swear on my life!” “Then be prepared to go to hell with them!”

I decided to trust Doriane as more than a boss, I saw a friend in her, so I was in trust with her. " I was a full-time housewife until very recently." I started with my narration. Doriane was very attentive, so I continued. " My husband wanted to forget his ex so he proposed marriage to me and I accepted because of my love for him. My life was perfect until a year later when his ex unexpectedly showed up again in his life with him realizing that he still loved her and so, we broke our relationship." I didn't go into full detail as this was still painful for me even though I knew full well it was for the best that I was now separated from Johnson.

I nod once, pushing myself up after that, because sitting here isn’t going to give me anything else I don’t already know. And right now…that’s enough. The drive back is quiet, but my head isn’t. Her voice keeps replaying, steady, controlled, final. It was over the day I signed the divorce papers. I grip the steering wheel a little tighter than I need to, forcing my focus back to the road, but it doesn’t stick. Nothing does, because the more I think about it, it feels like she’s right, and I don’t know what to do with that. ****

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?