Chasing His Ex-wife Back Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “Liam!” Adrian’s voice crackled with urgency. “Jesus Christ, have you seen your ex-wife?!” Liam sat up straighter, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Did you just use ex wife and still asking me if I have seen her?”. “I’m literally at her bachelor party—or whatever the hell this is. Bro, she’s throwing it like she’s celebrating a second life. There are—” Adrian paused, clearly overwhelmed. “There are male dancers, and she’s right in the middle of it, laughing like a damn goddess. She’s even—God—dancing for them.”

Around the table, six people from my PR team typed furiously on laptops, drafting statements that got scrapped one after another. "What about the angle where we say he's a concerned father seeking answers?" one of the junior staffers offered. "Already tried a version of that an hour ago," Priscilla snapped. "It got torn apart in the comments. Someone found the timeline. Five years of silence, then a petition filed the day after he saw her at a party. It reads exactly like what it looks like." "And what does it look like?" I asked, though I already knew. Priscilla finally turned to face me. "It looks like a billionaire ex-husband trying to drag two five-year-olds into a custody circus because

The tip of my ring finger drags across the table in a slow circle, my mind occupied by the images of wolves chasing after me. “...Have you heard?” Their voices are loud enough for me to hear, drawing me out of my trance. “Bianca is returning to the hospital today.” “Oh, yes! Isn’t she leading an important project?” “I think so! Her Alpha King fiancé won’t be joining her either, it seems.” I stand from my table and collect the scraps from my lunch. I toss them into the trash and exit, feeling their eyes and silence weigh down on my shoulders. I dip out from the break room and hugged the wall, avoiding others in the hallway.

She walked back to her car now that the crime scene will be further investigated. Shane Smith who was watching the scene unfold saw Rui going back to her car that was parked near his villa. Seeing her once again ignited the desires he held for her that were buried deep in his heart. Even after knowing that she is married, he still couldn't let go. Wanting to ask for her time to talk, he hurried after her and called her out. “Ru–” “Don't come close to my wife,” said Chase as he cut him off coldly.

The question threw me off balance; her clever deflection forced me to try another tactic. She was indeed a clever woman; I would give her that. But I need some answers to these questions that have been plaguing my mind lately. I couldn't seem to shake off the words of Chase from my mind: "... Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife. And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." The words never left. It kept haunting and assailing my thoughts. The person who could ascertain the authenticity of Chase's claims was standing before me, and I couldn't afford to whisk this opportunity away.

"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."

could. She shook her head slightly. “You can’t expect me to just step back into something that broke me.” “I don’t expect that.” He paused. “I just want the chance to build something new with the same person.” Her breath caught. She turned away before he could see the effect of those words. That night, she couldn’t sleep again. Not because she was angry. But because she was remembering. The good parts. The way he used to make tea exactly how she liked it when she worked late. The way he would sit on the kitchen counter and talk to her while she cooked. The way he used to look at her like she was the center of his world. She had buried those memories under layers of hurt. And now they were r

The feeling he got from watching her retreat into an icy wall after her mother’s death when she was just getting comfortable about having him around her was something he would never like to feel ever again. Kelvin was confused at the different feeling she was evoking in him, this woman he knew nothing about but got pregnant because of a stupid prank by his ex- girlfriend. These feelings were good but scary at the same time, he did not want to feel it so he was glad when she agreed to go on that vacation. Out of sight, out of mind. He thought the feeling would disappear but it changed into deep longing and he found himself wanting to get on the next plane to travel over to see for himself if

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. None of them understood. None of them knew she was dying. None of them realized that race had been about reclaiming herself before she ran out of time, not about proving anything to anyone except the woman staring back at her in the mirror.

“Love? Desperation? You call what she did love? She ruined my marriage with Ariel, stole my son and made me believe it was hers. That’s not love, that’s selfishness.” Monica’s father sighed. “Chase, you need to understand—” But Chase cut him off, his voice rising. “No, sir. I don’t need to understand. I need the truth. And I need it now.” “Not until I see my daughter.” “Fuck you!” And with that said, Chase walked out of the house. *** Chase sped down the highway, his mind racing with thoughts of Ariel. He pushed the pedal harder, the speedometer climbing higher and higher.