Chasing My Irresistible Ex Wife Novels & Stories

"That! is for being such a bitch and hitting this waiter. I slap her hard again. "AND THAT! IS FOR FLIRTING WITH MY HUSBAND!" She was speechless for a moment and she was surprised to see me. "A-Abby? Abby Leonor Zegura?" "The one and only. And the wife of Cloud Miguel Salazar." I said in a sarcasm tone. "Why did you slap me? You have no right to do that to me!" Seh shouted after a moment. "And you have also no right, to flirt with my HUSBAND! Worst, you look so pathetic desperate bitch when you acted that his yours!" I shouted back losing all my temper.

Her heart was palpitating as she felt intense hotness under her thighs. "Let me go" she whispered. "How can I let you go, when you banged into my room without my permission? I never let you into the room remember? So tell me what do you want from me" James' masculine voice whispered in her ears. Has he moved even nigher to her? Catherine felt weak, surprisingly, she lacked the urge to push him away, She truly desired to be kept hostage under his arms forever, however, James gently pushed her away from his warm arms and said.

I had planned to take back my father’s company, but now I am the one running it. I had planned to get married to Bran, make him love me wholeheartedly and then divorce him after a year as revenge for what I went through six years ago. But these past few days, I can’t seem to understand myself. Sometimes, I feel drawn to him, and my initial plans tend to recede from my mind. I suddenly heard a faint thud, and it seemed to come from the kitchen. I turned around to the direction of the kitchen and wondered what could have made such a sound.

Then she saw me. Everything about her changed. She turned and walked out. I followed her into the rain. “Nadia, wait.” She stopped, then turned. “What are you doing here?” “I had an accident, I lost five years, I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember you, or us. I just need to understand what happened.” “You don’t remember me?” I shook my head. She let out a quiet laugh. “Of course you don’t.” “Nadia—” “You married me,” she said. “You made me fall in love with you.”

I barely registered the people I passed or noticed the looks I received. Until— “James.” Isabel’s voice cut through the haze, and I stopped and turned back to see her. She was looking at me closely, her brows slightly furrowed as she studied my expression. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer immediately. Because what exactly was I supposed to say? That I had just watched my ex-wife kissing another man? And that the man in question happened to be my biggest competitor? Could I tell her that something about it had unsettled me in a way I couldn’t explain?

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After the door opened, I left the place in a hurry. I could see Chase's cold gaze as I exited his house. His face looked flat, but I knew that he had many cruel plans to carry out. I just want to get away from him. He's a very creepy guy, and it's bad luck that I'm in an illicit relationship with him.

I turned my head, searching, scanning the guests, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. He was gone. Like a ghost. Like a shadow slipping back into the past. But deep down, I knew… This wasn’t over. Not even close. Then, as I walked down the aisle, arm in arm with my new husband, my phone buzzed in my palm. I glanced down. A message. Unknown Number: I miss you too Can't wait to have you here my love,

I was frustrated at this point. “I want you back, Ximena… I want to have you this time around as not just my mate but my wife, my Luna, the mother of my pups. I want every nigga you meet to stare at you and regret not being the one to mark you.” He replied, his voice low and husky.

“How the hell could you ask me that? I loved you, Harry. We were never together.” He studies me, then smiles coldly. “I don’t believe you. But that’s fine.” He lifts the gun again, pressing it to my head. “Are you going to help us, Chase?” He asks, his voice a whisper now, smooth and deadly. “Or are you going to watch me kill my ex-wife — the woman you’re madly in love with?” I look at Chase — at the man who was never supposed to matter — and my heart fractures, slowly, silently.