Chasing My Ex Wife Back Novels & Stories

They decided to pull out of causing problems and starting anew even though it might seem impossible with the likes of Chase chasing other men's wives. "How can I stop when he desires for you? You're my wife. Mine only. He's starting to crawl on me and it's making my skin itch!" He said disdainfully. He thought his mother was exaggerating, but what he saw this morning when his wife was going in his office to pee, was something any man wouldn't like when his wife is being stared at. "And on the first day, you're already fighting with him. What about these months that are to come? What will you do?" It was enough that they fought on their first day…what about the next three months that Chase is

"Don’t worry. You’re the only one who can seduce me." He didn’t miss the slight blush on his wife's face, which made him smile even more. It had been days since they had a conversation like this, as they had both been focused on their plan. He truly missed these simple moments with his wife. He couldn’t wait for everything to be over so they could return to their normal lives. "Stop flattering me," was all Lexi could say. Chase embraced her once more. "Everything will end soon, Lexi. Just hold on, baby. I’ll give you and our child the life you both deserve. I love you."

chasing her out of the gala. A deep sigh left her lips as a memory resurfaced. It was from a time before—before all of this. Ava remembered a quiet night not long after the wedding, when the facade of the perfect couple had started to crack. Alexander had been distant that evening, his mind seemingly elsewhere, as she’d tried to bridge the growing gap between them.

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.

Knew her better than I did. Florence never talked about her friends or family with me. I had known her my entire life, but as I stood in that conference room, I realized I knew nothing about my wife. Ex-wife. It was too late. The only reasons I could find to talk to her were work or this investigation. It wasn’t a lot… it was nothing… but I would try to use it to bring her back to me. When did talking to her become so hard? I hoped she would call me to pick her up from work like I offered. Because watching her walk away? It felt like she was slipping from my life.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

"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

Dominic POV Aiden burst into my office, his voice filled with urgency. "Boss, we found her!" The moment those words reached my ears, I leaped from my chair, my heart racing with hope and anxiety. It had been a year since my Ex wife vanished without a trace, leaving me in a constant state of worry and regret. I often wished I could rewind time and be the husband I should have been, but now it felt like that chance had slipped away. "How? When?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, as I caught Aiden's gaze. His eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was also a hint of sympathy that made my heart ache.

“What is it?” “Liam!” Adrian’s voice crackled with urgency. “Jesus Christ, have you seen your ex-wife?!” Liam sat up straighter, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Did you just use ex wife and still asking me if I have seen her?”. “I’m literally at her bachelor party—or whatever the hell this is. Bro, she’s throwing it like she’s celebrating a second life. There are—” Adrian paused, clearly overwhelmed. “There are male dancers, and she’s right in the middle of it, laughing like a damn goddess. She’s even—God—dancing for them.”

How dare she! “You are not going anywhere until you tell me how long you have been fooling me, Chase. Didn’t our marriage mean anything to you before you could make any drastic decisions about it? Let’s go home, baby. It is our marriage anniversary today. Your ex is just a craving that will pass. I will not be mad at you, I just want us to work on us,” Her tears streamed down to her cheeks.