Chasing his rejected wife Novels & Stories

"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."

"Fine. But before I go, I need you to tell me what you want. I'm tired of aiming to make you mine. I'll respect your decision. Just tell me what you want." No, no, no, no. Not yet. I still wanted some time to think about it. I couldn't accept him right now. As well, I didn't want to reject him. Well, if I said no, that didn't mean he'd let go of me. I had rejected him a couple of times, so there was no doubt he wouldn't give up on me if I rejected him now. "I'm not ready yet," I said. "I've—" He cut into me with a scoff, and exhaled. "Alright. No problem. I guess I'll end this chase here. You aren't the only woman in the world after all. With time, I'll get rid of my love for you," he blurte

"I hope you've come to your senses." "Her name is Elara. She was my wife." "Was being the operative word. The divorce is final. You're free. Why on earth would you dredge up that unfortunate chapter?" "Because I need to understand what happened." "What happened is you married beneath yourself, realized your mistake, and corrected it. It's quite simple." Her tone turned sharp. "Damien, I'm hosting a dinner party next week. Senator Morrison's daughter will be there. Beautiful girl, Wellesley educated, perfect breeding. I think you two would—"

“From the little I know and have heard about her, Hannah prefers to partake in cat fights, she’s never been the calm type but she’s calm right now. She is planning something, I just know it,” “A calm Hannah certainly can’t be good. She just realized that I am the reason Kelvin has been refusing to get back together with her. She will retaliate,” “Yes, Kelvin is supposed to be her life’s ticket and he’s been so for a long while, she would never leave him for you. Not only would it take food and connection from her table, it would bring her lots of disgrace if everyone found out that Kelvin is now with you and you are his wife.” “Contract wife,” Ariella corrected.

00 Then, on our wedding night, Aiden had coldly informed me that our marriage, as far as he was concerned, was nothing but a sham. He'd congratulated me in such cold tones that I'd felt goosebumps all over my skin for manipulating his father and himself into marrying him. "I suppose congratulations are in order." Aiden had snarled on the ride back from the reception, heading towards our new home, a three storey mansion that was a gift from Julian. "You finally got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Her teeth clench, her eyes blazing. "You stole him from me! I should be his wife, not you!" "That's not true..." My voice is barely a whisper. "Oh, you of all people know it's true. If you hadn't come along, none of this would be happening. So, do yourself a favor and just divorce him." She glares at me, her voice dripping with venom. "Kairo is mine." Ding. The elevator chimes, and Faith steps out without looking back. I struggle to follow, each step heavy with betrayal.

This was the desperate plea of a pathetic father and she giggled venomously. “So you’re doing this because of your son?” “No, not because of him— I just want to set things right and make everything good.” I replied and she turned around, like looking at me was an eyesore. “Tell me, why did you reject me? You vowed in front of the whole pack to love your mate, wait for the right one and accept anybody the goddess gave you but you reject me without giving two thoughts about me, WHY!” She asked, her voice painstriken.

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.

“Richard, let go of the door.” “I will,” he mutters softly, his eyes boring into mine with intensity. "But I won't stop chasing you around until you confess that you are her. I won't stop doing this until you forgive me. And I won't leave this place until you find a place in your heart to forgive me for everything. No matter where you go, I will find you this time, Arabel. No matter how many times you change your name or identity, I will find you! No matter how much you deny it, I won’t let you be. I have suffered enough for my mistake, and I won't rest until I get your forgiveness.” His gaze settles on Daisy, who has a frightened look on her face. Then he mumbles, still looking at her. “I l

With everything I had done for her lately, both taking down the news that was ruining her reputation and clearing her name and also organising for both of us to have lunch together, I had thought that she would find it in her heart to give me a second chance, but instead of doing that, she simply rejected me without even thinking twice. What pained me the most wasn't even the fact that she rejected me; it was rather the argument that she used to reject me. It's true that I was chasing after Melissa while we were still married, and that was because I thought that she was the bad person while Melissa was the good person, and in addition to that, I was in love with Melissa back then, but after