Chasing His Ex-wife Back Novels & Stories

Says the workaholic. Well, before I lost Gene I didn’t work nearly as much. Family getaways, dinners out. Go karts and bowling. Fuck I miss all that. Now I’ll get to do it all billionaire style. I don’t want shiny trinkets, I want experiences. All the big ones I missed out on over the years. And now Chase could have them too. “No shit? That’s awesome. They’re all married now, boo,” she frowned, as her gun whirred to life.

“Short version? Two weeks ago I was caught in a compromising position with a couple of ladies. I ain’t gonna make excuses, it was what it was, and I’m paying the price. I suddenly found myself with time off while I wait for the PBR to call me back. My folks and brothers live here, but I didn’t want to deal with their pity, so I asked Kane if I could hang out and make plans.” “Sounds like you’re reading a page out of the story of my life.” Ava typed her name into the search engine and spun the laptop around. “Have a look.” Chase scooted out the chair across from her and sat. His fingers clicked on the keyboard. His eyebrows went up a couple of times. But he didn’t speak for a few minutes. She

She didn’t want him dragged into her sordid family life and didn’t want to tell him the whole truth. This was her past. She needed it wiped clean before she could concentrate on her future. Courtesy of a minor catastrophe with the new hotel project in the Bahamas, Chase spent three weeks stewing over his wife’s disappearance. He’d tried calling; she didn’t return his calls. He’d tried emailing; she’d sent him a brief response about how busy she was in her new job, just a quick video call with Tommy. How she didn’t have a spare moment, how she’d get in touch soon, yada, yada, yada.

Lila stood a few steps away, arms folded, already watching me like she had expected this. “Nadia isn’t coming in yet,” she said. “I can wait.” “That’s a bad idea.” “I’ve had worse.” She studied me for a moment. “You’re the ex-husband.” “Yes.” “The one who showed up in the rain.” “I’m not here to repeat that.” “Then what are you here for?” “I need to understand what happened.” She exhaled slowly. “Then you’re already too late.” “Where is she?” “Not here.” “I’ll wait.”

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re playing a very familiar game—grabbing the mic when it’s convenient, throwing out grand declarations, and expecting everyone to bend.” Ding! Ding! Ding! “Oh, for god’s sake!” he yelled. “Would you just check your goddamn phone!?” I reached into my pocket and unlocked my phone. Fifty notifications greeted me from different social media and news apps. MASON WHITEHILL CONFIRMS: I WANT MY WIFE BACK! ETERNITY FOUNDER HAS FOUND LOVE FOR ETERNITY! MASON WHITEHILL CONFESSES LOVE FOR FLORENCE HART AFTER DIVORCE

“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.”

Laura's Point of View I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend. But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try. Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?" Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we're thriving."

"It's your project. You'll be the main liaison with Vincent at the hospital. Handle it well." "Of course," I murmured and slid the tablet back in my purse. My fingers brushed the edge of the damning picture that would either be the final nail in the coffin of our marriage or the start of a new beginning. New beginnings...that was merely wishful thinking. I risked a glance at Aiden, my gaze lingering when I noticed he'd leaned back against the headrest and had his eyes shut. He wasn't asleep, but most likely deep in thought as the car began to move smoothly. I took this rare opportunity to study him, committing every single feature on his face to memory because, who knew, the next moment, I c

Her smile would brighten his day and he missed her everyday. Nevertheless, that was far from the reason he strongly opposed her rapid, unthorough decision to get married to Chase. Chase behaved as his name sounded. He was a woman chaser. It never seemed he would ever get enough of them. Chase had his addiction to women. More clearly, Chris knew Chase as a womanizer. A reckless womanizer, but he was too cunning to let it show.

“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.