Chasing My Irresistible Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Ivan leaned close to kiss her lips. “Twark!” The biggest CEO in the country got a very dirty slap from one little woman. She turned the door handle and it opened. She fled immediately. Damn! The slap even made him want her all the more. What was going on? Was he losing his mind over that woman? Maybe he was.

Tristin “ Why are you—mad at me now? ” She croaks, her wrists struggling beneath my tight grip. Realizing it, I release her and grab her hips instead. Her hands drop to my shoulders and shake slightly. “ Tristin… ” I swallow, not saying anything. How do I even begin to tell her that her ex-husband is sending me pictures of their naked bodies pressed together, threatening me with them, and making sure my hands remain tied? I…

The man’s wristwatch looked familiar, just like the one she chose as the anniversary gift for her husband. Lilian's eyes snapped open, her irises shrinking as if recoiling from the shock. The sparkle in her eyes was extinguished, replaced by a dull, frozen stare, as if her very soul had been encased in a block of ice, her heart racing with a mix of fear and disbelief, leaving her face a pale, ghostly mask that seemed to tremble with every heartbeat. She took in the features of the couple before her. The man with the same piercing eyes and chiseled jawline she had grown to love, now holding a passionate embrace, pulling into a deep and lingering kiss with the woman who shared her name, but no

"He doesn't have much time left, Miss Emily. His greatest wish is to meet his granddaughter before it's too late." He looked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce before meeting my eyes again. "The private jet is ready. If you're willing to come with me, we need to leave tonight.” I looked at the car, then back at the house I had just left a part of me wanted to walk away from all of this. Today had already been too much. My marriage was over, I had nowhere to go, and now a stranger was telling me I belonged to one of the richest families in the country. It felt impossible.

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re playing a very familiar game—grabbing the mic when it’s convenient, throwing out grand declarations, and expecting everyone to bend.” Ding! Ding! Ding! “Oh, for god’s sake!” he yelled. “Would you just check your goddamn phone!?” I reached into my pocket and unlocked my phone. Fifty notifications greeted me from different social media and news apps. MASON WHITEHILL CONFIRMS: I WANT MY WIFE BACK! ETERNITY FOUNDER HAS FOUND LOVE FOR ETERNITY! MASON WHITEHILL CONFESSES LOVE FOR FLORENCE HART AFTER DIVORCE

“Love? Desperation? You call what she did love? She ruined my marriage with Ariel, stole my son and made me believe it was hers. That’s not love, that’s selfishness.” Monica’s father sighed. “Chase, you need to understand—” But Chase cut him off, his voice rising. “No, sir. I don’t need to understand. I need the truth. And I need it now.” “Not until I see my daughter.” “Fuck you!” And with that said, Chase walked out of the house. *** Chase sped down the highway, his mind racing with thoughts of Ariel. He pushed the pedal harder, the speedometer climbing higher and higher.

I'd worked so hard for this success and now I couldn't enjoy it because of Damien and Victoria drama. I went to the gallery to distract myself. Found Claire there, sketching a new piece. "Hey," she said. "Congratulations on last night." "Thanks." "You okay? You seem off." "Just processing some stuff." "Want to talk about it?" I didn't, but found myself explaining anyway. Claire listened without judgment. "Can I tell you something?" she said when I finished. "My ex-husband was abusive. Took me three tries to actually leave him. Every time, I'd convince myself he'd changed, that I was being unfair, that I owed him another chance."

I wanted to smash it but at a quick thought, I looked at it and tapped on the video showing on the screen. “Hi, Mr. Chase,” the face of the man I had left my wife with earlier came to view. “You must be wondering what happened?” he laughed maniacally, giving the opposite of the nervous man I had seen earlier. “I decided to have fun,” he added. “You see, your wife is a very delegate being. Soft, luscious, beautiful and sweet,” the camera then moved to pictures, that were all on the floor. Pictures of Genesis, being ravished by him at the walls, the mirrors, the floors and so many of them. My heart tightened inside my chest and my hand tightened around the phone I held, the thought of all I wo

Meanwhile Romeo just stared in awe. Chris growled angrily. "What the f*ck did you just do?!" Jessica buried her face in her palms and began to pretend sob. Turning away from him-- her husband-- to purposely face the camera, she removed her hands from her face and spoke loudly. "How long will you keep chasing after Cara, your ex wife? How long will I have to sleep alone in a separate bed? How long will I be left untouched?

"Giselle, let go of me. You’re being too dramatic." "Please Chase don’t do this to me, you promised me forever. I am your wife for godsake. I can’t even imagine not being your wife anymore!" she cried, her voice cracking as she tried to suppress her tears. "You promised me, Chase. At the altar, in front of everyone, you promised to love me and take care of me. You swore you would stay. You have to fulfill your promise. You can't just hand me a piece of paper and walk away like three years meant nothing!"