Chasing His Rejected Wife Pdf Novels & Stories

I concluded on a two seconds peak which soon turned into a long stare, and then a full shameless gawking. He looked perfect in his tailored black suit. His jet-black hair was styled to perfection. A young CEO and owner of different Romano Ltd companies. He was every woman's dream and as crazy as it sounds, this same good looking thirty-two-year-old wealthy man remains my contract husband till I give birth. "I shall take my leave now. Bye, mother." He called out, and the whole time he hasn't looked at me. As if sensing my gaze, he turned his head my way.

Chase reads the figures with Lily against his shoulder. Signs off on the server migration amendment with her fist wrapped around his finger. Asks three questions about the transition timeline that are sharp enough to confirm that whatever is happening in this office, his brain is still fully operational. It's extremely annoying, and a little bit impressive. Mostly annoying. I had a version of Chase Warren in my head. The one who took Natasha from me, only to turn his back on her. The one who ignored his pregnant wife at galas and stole a newborn from a hospital while her mother was unconscious.

Even to me. The point is, there are other ways to get her to come back to the pack. We didn’t have to remain married. ‘The rejection curse.’ Kian says in my head. I paused, a frown touching my lips as I tried to make sense of what he just said. The rejection curse? It sounded like a myth or a folklore told to children to help them sleep. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it.’ I didn’t have to confirm nor deny.

I nodded, but the reassurance did nothing to soothe the ache inside me. Deep down, I was not satisfied. My chest burned as jealousy quietly crept in, unwelcome yet impossible to ignore. Busy with work. That was what everyone always said. What if he was avoiding me instead? What if my past was already weighing on him, pushing him away? What if he was thinking of another woman, planning to see her the moment he stepped out of that study. “He needs to eat, mother,” I said suddenly as I stood up. “Let me take his food to him before it gets cold.”

"You don't get to show up years and talk like this." Ryan said, "I'm not talking about years ago. I'm talking about now." Elara looked at him. For the first time she saw not the man she divorced… but the man she married.. That terrified her more than anything he had said. Because part of her still recognized him. Still responded to him.. She didn't want to. She really didn't want to. Ryan took one step closer. "Elara…" Her name, in his voice did something to her composure. "You are still my wife " he said. Elara froze. The words hung between them like a line neither of them could cross from. "We never finalized it " Ryan added quietly. Elaras eyes widened. "What?" Ryan held her gaze. "I neve

The way her smile had once made his heart race. The way she had broken him. He clenched his jaw, his chest aching. She had chased him away like he was nothing. Tossed him aside as if all the moments they shared didn’t matter. So why was she back now? What did she want from him this time? Grayson pushed the papers aside and stood up, pacing across the room. His footsteps echoed in the large office, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the noise in his head. He walked to the window and stared out at the city below. The streets were crowded, people rushing back and forth, living their lives without a care for what he was feeling.

He froze, wide-eyed, before pulling away from Vanessa. “A rejection? Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed as if I were a mere annoyance. “You should accept the rejection, Alpha,” I said coldly, refusing to call him by his name. “That way, you can leave your barren wife and be with your mistress… the one carrying your pup.” His expression darkened instantly. He was in front of me in a flash, his hand gripping my hair and yanking my head back. Pain shot through my scalp, but I didn’t look away.

Christopher says after taking a deep breath and letting his body fall back until his back rests on the sofa. I fell in love with her. She is a spectacular professional and an incredible woman. She has everything I was looking for in a companion. She is the woman I looked for 38 years and thought I would never find, and she appeared at the moment I had given up trying to find someone like her. - So if she was everything you were looking for, why the hell would she run away? - She rejected me and ran away. But she didn't reject me because she didn't like me. She rejected me because she thought I would never accept the truth about her.

"Tell me about it. I didn't hear this gist." "After Forester's first wife died on the day his second son was born, he made his his mind not to be with another woman. He was so in love with her that he couldn't even see himself married to someone else," He wiped the second to the last dish in the sink and carefully placed it into the rack. "Seventeen years later, his children convinced him to get another wife, seeing he was getting lonely after they all left for college. So he got married to Daneesha Cummings. Everything seemed rosy at first but one of Greyson's kids found out she was cheating and told his father. Forester then realized he had made a mistake by not forcing her to sign a prenu

It killed the last, pathetic shred of hope I hadn't even realized I was still holding onto. ​A soft, genuine laugh escaped my lips. It echoed in the quiet expanse of my childhood suite, sounding completely foreign to my own ears. ​"Goodbye, Lysander," I whispered to the empty room. ​I didn't reply. I didn't defend myself or my unborn child. I simply pressed the block button, deleted the message, and tossed the phone onto the mattress. The woman who would have wept over his rejection was dead. In her place, the secret heiress to Vane Holdings, one of the world's most powerful private conglomerates, had finally woken up.