Chasing My Rejected Wife Free Online Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” Madam Magerate laughed. “I still can't get used to hearing you say thank you.” I chuckled. Neither could I. I walked toward my room, but sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned for almost an hour before finally reaching for my phone. I stared at the screen. “This is ridiculous.” But I opened the browser anyway. I typed: How do I get my wife back after she rejects me? I stared at the results. “Apologize if you hurt her.”

"I went to her in the kitchen and demanded she come back to me. That I was willing to forgive the night before and she'll be keeping my bed warm from the side but..." My nose flared at the mere thought of him turning my Carly into his sex slave while married to her cousin. My hands gripped the rail so hard that it could break if I exerted more force, I could feel my heart thumping wildly, the only thing in my head was to sever his head from his neck but..." "She didn't just turn me down, she rejected me. She fucking rejected me and she didn't just stop there, she fucking looked at me in disgust, like I was worth nothing. She regarded me like a fucking piece of shit in a public toilet."

With everything I had done for her lately, both taking down the news that was ruining her reputation and clearing her name and also organising for both of us to have lunch together, I had thought that she would find it in her heart to give me a second chance, but instead of doing that, she simply rejected me without even thinking twice. What pained me the most wasn't even the fact that she rejected me; it was rather the argument that she used to reject me. It's true that I was chasing after Melissa while we were still married, and that was because I thought that she was the bad person while Melissa was the good person, and in addition to that, I was in love with Melissa back then, but after

She shrugged, “But i count it a blessing that we realised the truth of who you really are on time. Now, Darius can marry Vivienne who is worthy of his love. A Beta, not a low life like you.” Vivienne chuckled again like an idiot. I kept my expression as blank and neutral as possible, and took a few steps closer to Amara, “You have succeeded in removing me from your brother's life and yes I agree that I'm nothing. So how about you just leave me the fuck alone and stop pestering me?” “Pestering you? You are not worth my time!” “Yet here you are. Still talking to me.” Her face hardened, “just making sure you know your place, bitch and…”

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.

" My anger reaches its boiling point when I hear her say that this marriage is not real. What does she mean by that? Is she trying to say that we have not consummated the marriage yet? I could have taken her again and again last night, and she wouldn’t have stopped me. But I restrained myself from hurting her. I now regret that. I yank her arms and pin her against the wall, furiously clenching my teeth. "Not a real marriage, huh? I can make it real." I curl my lips, my eyes roving over her face before resting on her lips. Molly’s POV… I hold my breath, looking at his lustful gaze. I can sense the danger.

Her smile would brighten his day and he missed her everyday. Nevertheless, that was far from the reason he strongly opposed her rapid, unthorough decision to get married to Chase. Chase behaved as his name sounded. He was a woman chaser. It never seemed he would ever get enough of them. Chase had his addiction to women. More clearly, Chris knew Chase as a womanizer. A reckless womanizer, but he was too cunning to let it show.

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?