Chasing My Irresistible Ex Wife Novels & Stories

“Get off of me or I'll scream!” Chase ignored Rui and said in a low, husky voice, “Listen carefully, Rui… You are my first and only woman. And on top of that, I love you. That's why from the moment you ran away, I searched for you. So you can forget about those assumptions in your head because we're going to get married tomorrow!” The moment she heard that they will get married tomorrow she felt extremely stressed and tried to get away from Chase. But in her panic, she bumped into his muscular arm resulting in her nose bleeding.

I yanked on my arm, but she clutched it so hard, pain shot through it. “Do you know who I am?” she questioned. I glared at her, searching for the memory that would reveal her identity and then it hit me. Chance’s ex-wife. “I’m his ex-wife,” she spat out at the same time recognition washed over me. “If you think he’s into you, you are dead wrong. He just wants you to suck his dick.” Her voice Walker two notches, drawing attention to us. “He’ll be tired of you very soon, bitch!”

Katrina, noticed the shift in his countenance, the hesitation and the length of his silence. She leaned forward, her voice like silk on steel. "Don’t look so shocked. You’ve had your fun, haven’t you? This marriage of yours… it’s clearly not what you want with her. You knew I'd always come running whenever you're ready to commit. But then you saw her. And now suddenly she’s your everything?" She laughed bitterly. "Come on, Chase. Be smart and come back to me. What we had was electric."

Like Chase wasn’t standing ten feet away, watching his worst nightmare unfold. When Axel finally let me go, I took a breath, fixed my jacket, and turned to the mic. Slowly, deliberately, I dragged my gaze across the room. Locking eyes with each and every one of them. Until I landed on Chase. And then I smiled. "Hello, ex-husband," I said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Good to see you." The room stayed frozen. Not a single word. Not a single move. They looked like statues. Just standing there. Staring.

I tolerated everything and obeyed her every word, taking care of her with meticulous attention. My friends laughed at me, saying even lapdogs were not as servile as I was. Was I even a man? I did not care. I genuinely wanted to do these things. I wanted to spoil her, love her, care for her, and live happily ever after with her. All of that was shattered when Chase returned from studying abroad. The two had an extraordinary relationship and were inseparable during their school days. Although he presented himself as her male best friend, I noticed that their relationship went far beyond friendship.

She responds right away. ‘Hey, I got the next part of the ad ready as well. Sending it over to you now.’ She sends me an instant message on the work computer. ‘Awesome bring them in when you get the time.’ I reply reaching up under my desk to take my shoes off and slip into my ballet slippers. I turn around in my office chair and look out at the view of downtown Manhattan. It is midday here on Wednesday and my husband is due back today. I never had a conversation with him after the Shakira shower scene you could say. But I was a mess all night. Tossing and turning thinking about her trying to make a move on him. His weak little heart giving in. Me having to take her down with my bare hands.

"Don't tell anyone, but I am actually getting married in a few days. The date and everything has been set, and I'm just waiting for my husband-to-be to come back home and start a new life with me." "Are you serious?" I acted all surprised and excited for her while cringing on the other end of the line because I didn't know how to burst her bubble without hurting her. "Yes!" She squealed. "The name is Elijah. I'm sure that you know who he is since I saw him in the newspaper that you two are working together." "Ah... You don't mean Elijah Houston, my ex-husband, do you?" I chortled. "Wait -" She cleared her throat. "He's not the same guy that you were telling me broke your heart and got someon

Chase was her only chance of redemption, but here he was acting like a woman instead. “You kidnapped my little sister…who do you think you are?” he told her straight. His sharp eyes were so piercing, but she didn't care as she played with his hair. She was torturing him and she loved it. She had never met a man who was so fun to tease, and Chase was that man. So muscular, and handsome that all she wanted was to claw his body. “I will never listen to you…you are a psycho”Chase said, glaring at her. She did something wrong, and he wasn't going to accept her as his wife. He'd rather die than be her husband.

While you were bonding another person was stealing your spotlight. Elena's brows arched as a frown crossed her face. She typed ferociously. "Who is the bitch?" Eva: Your husband's ex wife.. Or should I say wife? Elena's face twisted into a scowl as she replied. "Send a link to the post." Typing... After a few seconds, Eva replied with a link. Elena tapped on it as fast as it popped into her phone and it led her to the biggest media page in the country: the pulse media page.

Her lips moved silently as though she dreamed about talking. I closed the door softly and got back in my room as I reached for my phone. Muscle memory. But the moment I unlocked it, I felt nauseous. The headline on my favorite blog almost seemed to shout at me: “Edward Bassett Reunited with Ex, Charlotte – Baby on the Way!” I almost screamed when I saw this. Was this real? Was this true? How could he do this to me? I saw pictures of Charlotte smiling and Edward looking happy. These were old pictures but it was horrible.