Chasing My Rejected Wife Free Online Novels & Stories

**Anna's POV** Sitting in the car with the soft hum of the engine in the background, I replayed the video for what must have been the tenth time, each viewing only deepening my sense of disgust. The grainy footage on my phone screen showed Chloe with a man who was clearly not her husband, Luca. They were tangled in a mess of sheets, their bodies moving with a familiarity that was impossible to mistake. I turned up the volume slightly, listening to every degrading word that spilled out of their mouths.

His tone was final. “No, Ivan. You didn’t get me.” I glared up at him, my heart pounding. “You don’t own me, and you never will.” Ivan’s face softened, a glint of something that could’ve been regret flashing across his eyes. He reached out, his hand grazing my cheek. “No, you’re my wife. The mother of my child. I would never let anything happen to you. Now, move.” “I married you, when I didn’t know who I was, it was an accident, you manipulated my head to suit your bidding, and now this marriage is a fucken farce,” I yelled at him, and his face hardened as he looked at me.

Vaughan fumed. Julia looked at me sympathetically, and I wanted to fall and let the ground swallow me. I shouldn’t be affected, but it hit close to home. I was the rejected wife. The one he didn’t want. My throat felt dry, and my palms got sweaty as I exhaled heavily. “Think about the dinner and forget that girl,” his father said. Footsteps approached the door, so I stepped back just as the door opened. Frank Carson walked out first, looking immaculately smart and his face hard as stone.

Most women who liked going around insulting other women as promiscuous in turn become reduced to desperate women drooling over their male idols, unable to remain chaste and pure themselves. They were loose and promiscuous to begin with, but they were going around barking at other women like mad dogs. They wasted their time and energy on strangers they’ve never seen before, speaking filth that only serves to expose their foolishness and indecency. Normal people would just abandon the story if they don’t like it, or perhaps leave a couple of nasty comments against the story. Like mad dogs, these women bite the author and refuse to let go or leave. It was a foregone conclusion that their lives

I feel grandpa’s hand on my shoulder, and he gives me a reassuring look. ​ We spread out quickly, and I start showing people pictures of Sloane, but no one has seen her. ​ “Have you seen this woman? She’s my wife.” ​ “No, sir.” ​ That’s the short response I’ve been getting. I spent an hour searching through the airport, and my private investigator had to mobilize every resource he could, searching the security camera. ​ “Sir, we’ve found your wife.” My private investigator’s voice sounds from afar, and I run towards him, panting heavily. She’s at the departure gate, but we don’t have any tickets. How are we supposed to pass?

I had no choice but to comply so I did as told. The first wave of dizziness hit me almost immediately and I tried to fight it but the more I tried to fight, the more it felt like I was losing and drowning at the same time. “Stop trying to fight it, ma’am. It'll wear off in a couple of minutes.” I heard his voice inside my fuzzy head. The next thing I saw was Brent's face, slowly and gently kissing and caressing my face. “I can't wait for you to be my wife. I'll throw that bitch and her kids out if that's what you want.” I heard Brent say and almost collapsed out of joy and excitement. However, I lost it a couple of minutes later.

Arialla said as she spun around to keep walking. “Hey, hey,” Mariam grabbed Ariella’s forearm to stop her, “You promised me, remember?” Ariella placed her free hand on her forehead. She could already feel an oncoming headache. Mariam was not one to give up easily. How the hell did they even walk right through this place? Right. Mariam tricked her into it and because Ariella had forgotten about this place and her promise, she walked right into the trap. “Look, you’ve got to stop feeling guilty about spending Kelvin’s money, he’s your husband and…”

I woke late the next morning in the arms of my mate, My head and throat hurts and so does my body with all the pain from last night. Chase has been so supported and patient through it all and I love him more every day for it. I am beginning to feel fighting mad for what Jacob is putting me through. I finally made up my mind. I need Chase to set up a video call with Jacob and I intend to finally be the first to do the rejecting. In all honesty, I had no idea the female can do the rejecting. For one I never heard of such a thing. I have only heard of males doing the rejecting.

' This wasn't how I saw this coming. ' it's what you wanted after all right? Now I'm able to move on without worrying about you, without feeling the pain from you cheating on me. Now I can finally be free from you so I Elias Emerson accept your rejection and hope to never see your face again.' I fought against his power on my mind and won.

The man smiled and remained completely silent, while he slid his chin and left a trail of kisses on his wife's back until he reached her butt, which spanked him a few times until they were red, then he opened his butt and began to taste it with his tongue, every centimeter of that sensitive area, that gave the woman multiple electric shocks, it was a delicious sensation, however, it also caused her fear, because now she didn't see Chad, as a damn, if not as the friend from the past with whom she had fallen in love, somehow, however, that scared her, because just thinking that her friend was possessing her was driving her crazy, the mere idea she liked, the feeling of being hers and that he w