Chasing His Rejected Wife Jessica And Aiden Novels & Stories

"He's fine. Physically. But Elara, he's destroying himself trying to understand those five years. He's obsessed. He watches security footage from your marriage, reads old emails, he's not sleeping or eating properly. His doctors are worried." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I think you're the only person who can make him stop." James sighed. "Look, I know you have no reason to care about him after what he did. But the man I'm seeing now isn't the man who hurt you. He's terrified of who he became." "That's not my problem to fix." "I know. You're right. But I'm asking anyway because I'm worried about my friend." He paused. "There's something else. He hired a private investigator. He kn

"You finally got what you wanted, didn't you?" I stared at him in confusion. "What are you talking about, Aiden?" His laugh had been filled with derision. He tugged at his bow tie viciously and I had the sense that he wanted to wrap his hands around my neck instead. "Cut the innocent crap, Jessica," the way he said my name sent cold shivers down my back. "You may have everyone fooled, but I can see through that f*****g angelic face." "Fooled? I...I didn't fool..."

I had thought he would be a great advisor since he was happily married with kids, a feat I couldn’t seem to achieve. After leaving Priscilla and the twins, I’d tried but failed to get immersed in my work, my escape from everything that bothered me, he had called me to discuss something and somehow, had known something was wrong from my voice and so, had dragged me to this bar. “Don’t bother. I’m going home.” I stood up, trying to leave, but he dragged me back.

Even the rain outside feels softer. I drag a hand down my face roughly, breathing harder now while guilt crashes through me all over again. “I wasn’t there,” I whisper, voice rougher now, breaking slightly around the edges. “I missed everything, and instead of helping Nadia, you’re making her feel like she has to defend loving him.” Melissa watches me carefully. “I am trying to secure Noah’s future.” “No.” I shake my head slowly, exhausted now in a way that sits deep in my bones. “You’re trying to win.”

He kept looking around, wanting to know who the woman was and trying to make sure who was playing tricks on him. “Can’t you see that I’m busy? I’m looking for you to come here to NP. Get out of here!” Charlie quickly retreated. When he closed the door, he ordered with a sullen face: “Search, I must find the Suzan...” *** Inside the room. Jason got off the bed, wearing only a pair of trousers. The wolf's masculine body was completely looked at by Suzan. And she couldn't help but let out an exclamation of "Ah", and then she pulled the quilt up to cover her face. Her face turned red again.

“Let them dig through your phone, your emails...” Lucas shot up from his chair, shaking his head violently. “No! Please, you don’t need to do that,” he begged, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I didn’t do anything! Please believe me.” Lena stood slowly, placing her hand on the desk. “Lucas,” she said softly, “if you’re innocent, you don’t have anything to be afraid of.” Lucas pressed his hands to his face, his shoulders shaking. “I’m not afraid of the truth,” he sobbed. “I’m afraid of losing everything because of a mistake I didn’t make.”

Hastily, Jada dried her tears, took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice, and looked at Maria with a fire in her eyes. "I have no husband," Jada said, her eyes lost of emotion. "But I do have a man, and he's one damn good man-" With a frown, Maria scoffed, rolling her eyes as she cut her off, "Oh please, Jada. You're just deluding yourself. Chase is cut from the same cloth as trickers. He's a predator, and he's out to get what he wants-"

They are caught between the power of the Logans and the power of the press. Lisa Bernard, watching from the police cruiser, bursts into a fresh wave of uncontrollable tears. "My son is out there!" she screams, her voice muffled by the glass. "Why are you talking about murders? Find my son!" But no one is listening to the mother of a missing boy. The narrative has shifted. The "Trophy Wife Murder" is a better story. Aiden stops pacing. He stands directly in front of Jessica, his shadow falling over her. His eyes are wide, fierce, and pulsating with a dangerous light. He is no longer the polished businessman; he is a man whose back is against the wall.

Ondrink mind linked and Jessica could pick up his agitation. ‘Did you all truly belief that he will just stand down?’ Jessica snorted. ‘Where is Micheal?’ ‘Last I heard, he went searching for his family,’ Mr. Ondrink mind link. ‘So instead of pursuing Ann, he went looking for his prehistoric wives? How the hell is she supposed to fall in love with someone that has a dozen wives and not around?’ Jessica mind linked and sighed loudly, waking Ann up. “Hey you. I thought you went out with Deacon?” Ann stressed and reach over to her phone to check the time.

Charlie snapped at her. Damien turned on her, his eyes filled with a terrifying, cold fury. "Get out of here. I don't want to see your face—and I will cancel this wedding and everything tied to it if you don’t leave this room right now." Jessica froze, her glass trembling in her hand. She had never seen him this close to the edge. Sean ran back into the room, panting heavily. "Sir… we searched the entire garden. We can’t find him! But we found this." He held up Aiden’s cracked phone.