Novel & Cerita Chasing His Rejected Wife Pdf

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.

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.

My eyes scan every face, desperate to find her. Someone taps my back, and I turn around immediately, thinking it’s my wife, but it’s grandpa. He hands me a picture of Sloane to make it easier to find her. I take the picture from him, and my heart squeezes painfully. This is the picture we took on our wedding day. She looks so happy and pretty. I caress the picture and stifle a tear threatening to drop. ​ I ignored my wife. I made her leave. All I need is one more chance to make things right again. I feel grandpa’s hand on my shoulder, and he gives me a reassuring look.

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

No wonder some men are scared of asking women out! I groan in my seat. "The sickest part is that by rejecting me, I'm thinking about Linda even more..." "So Linda is her name, huh?" Jake grins. "And yeah, that's common. It's called wanting what you can't have. You will get over it. There is plenty of fish in the sea. Give it a week, and you will find another woman." "I don't want another woman!" I argue. My brother laughs. "You're only saying that because she rejected you. It's about the chase now and your bruised ego—do yourself a favor and don't look back. Chasing her won't serve a point anyway. You said she was older than you, yeah?"

he shouts and rubs his hand across his face. God, I’m only twenty-one and he is already trying to find me the perfect wife and queen seen as I don’t have a mate, I had one, I rejected her in the hopes of a second chance mate. One who would at least have a wolf and not be rejected by my parents and the entire kingdom.

I watched her leave, frustration swelling within me. She hadn’t accepted my polite rejection. Not surprising, but still infuriating. Regardless, my plans remained in motion. I was revealing the truth to my family tomorrow night and effectively calling off the wedding. Whether Dahlia’s delusions liked it or not...

He reached out, picked up the fountain pen on his desk, and snapped it cleanly in half with a single, effortless twitch of his fingers. Mark flinched. "Let them file their cases," Ethan declared, his voice a low, lethal vow that echoed through the quiet room. He stood up, looking out over Paris like an apex predator marking his territory. "I’m not giving up on her. She is my wife, Mark. She's the woman I love. And I will spend the rest of my life proving that I deserve her. And I will tear this city apart stone by stone before I let them take her from me.

"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."

“You didn’t do anything wrong... I just don’t want you anymore.” The lie tasted like acid on my tongue. Travis’ entire body went still, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. My hands curled into fists in my lap to stop them from shaking. I had to be cruel. I had to push him away before I did something stupid like fall even deeper for a man who would never be mine. “I chased you,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “I wanted you... and you gave me what I wanted. But I’ve had my fill, Travis. I don’t want you anymore. We’re over.”