Chasing My Irresistible Ex Wife Novels & Stories

The second woman shouts at her, pushing her away and making her fall to the ground. “Richard, this woman wishes you nothing but evil. She isn't supposed to be here. She is your ex-wife, and I am your current wife. You asked her for a divorce when she cheated on you, and now she is back, pleading with you to take her back. I am sure she even knows how you got into this accident. Send her out right away!” What? I had an ex-wife. And I remarried? Everything she's saying appears unfamiliar to me. Making me shut my eyes at intervals as ambigious scenes flash, making me feel a throbbing in my head.

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.

“Careful. Or you might trip on your toys.” Groaning again, I slammed the door behind me and pressed my breath against it as I tried to catch my breath. I could never fully escape from him, could I? From the look of things, these three days were about to be a really crazy ride. Asides from building my career again, I would have to learn to resist the temptation of my ex husband. Would I win against my feelings? Or would I lose? No matter how irresistible and hot Roman was, I was determined to win.

Hunter’s footsteps echoed hollowly in the otherwise silent hospital corridor. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to him, a bitter reminder of Evelyn’s pain, and his own culpability in it. Her words, sharp and laced with a justifiable bitterness, replayed in his mind: "Our marriage was a one-sided street… I have nothing to do with you." Each syllable was a fresh wound. But beneath the crushing weight of guilt and despair, a cold, hard resolve had taken root. Sophia. He was going to expose her, no matter the cost.

I look like I got in a bar fight. My phone rings. Jake. I ignore it but he calls again, so I finally answer. "Where the hell were you last night? You disappeared and didn't answer my calls," he says, sounding worried and pissed. "Please tell me you didn't do something stupid." "I paid twenty thousand for a private session with the club's top dancer." I hit the bag again, harder. "Turned out to be my ex-wife. Her security guard punched me in the face. Stupid enough for you?"

She jumped off the bed and dashed through the doors. I exhaled and stood up to stretch my legs, I had spent an hour in that bed, I slept and I had the silliest dream, I dreamt Chase was here and he has settled all the drama and the fights and we actually worked together, he stopped the mafia and drug life and we just become the regular corporate couple. But that’s impossible because first of all, I don’t want a regular corporate life and Chase would rather die than acknowledge the fact that I was his wife.

she grabs hold of his shirt and kisses him. “The fuck?” I am frozen by the sight of the guy who I thought I knew, and love kissing his ex right in front of me. The sound of my voice startles the couple, Candace still leaning into Chase. The shocked look on his face when he saw me says everything I need to know, he then pushes her away from him like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Tyler is ten times better than you. He never used me. He never hurt me. Don’t you dare talk about him.” His hand returned to my waist. “I can be better. Just give me another chance...” I stared at him. Really stared. He was begging. Tristan. Alpha Tristan. My ex-husband. The man who wouldn’t bend for anyone, now trying to bend for me. But it was too late. “You had your chance,” I whispered. “You ruined it. There’s no second chance for you. Stop trailing me or I’ll inform the police about you.” "They'll do nothing to me," he said in an angry tone.

“But listen to me, Chase. I don’t want your business anymore. And I’m going to tell my father what you did. He’s going to cut all ties with your family completely.” Chase only chuckled at that, wiping his hand on the gravy I’d spilled over him. “Keep dreaming! Your daddy loves me more than he loves you.” He smirked, and in that moment, he looked like a completely different person from the one I used to know. “And you…” He pointed his index finger at me. “You’ll never get a better husband than me in this entire city! I’m one of the most eligible bachelors in Manhattan.” “Oh, don’t be so delusional, Chase. Every other man in New York City is already better than you. You’re just a piece of shit

Sophia Lang’s Family Withdraws Support. Below it, an old clip still circulated—the one of Diane frozen mid-step—but now comments had shifted. *Where is the ex-wife?* *She vanished right after. With Voss?* Whispers followed her tonight, but they carried curiosity instead of pity. Damien leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “They’re watching you. Not as the discarded wife anymore.” She met his gray eyes, heart steady. “Thanks to you.” They danced once—brief, formal, yet charged. His hand on her waist was firm, guiding without dominating. When the music ended, he didn’t release her immediately. “You’ve changed more than your appearance, Diane . You were never ordinary. He was simply blind.”