Chasing My Rejected Wife Free Online นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

“But I am sorry, Richard. A second chance is not possible. I can't look at you without thinking about how deeply you hurt me. I can't hear your name without remembering everything that happened between us. Having to see you come check on Daisy is already enough torture. If I had my way, I would avoid you totally, but I didn't because you are Daisy's father, and I can't deny her knowing who you are. Whether I date another man or not shouldn't be your problem henceforth. Divorce is the separation and termination of a marriage. Our marriage ended, as did our story together. Moving on should be our focus. You can find yourself some girls, get remarried, or go out on dates while I follow suit. Th

"They think I raced because Antonio broke my heart, like I needed to prove something to my ex-husband instead of proving something to myself." "Does it matter what they think?" Lucas asked gently. "No," she said, but it stung anyway, the way they'd taken her moment and made it about Antonio, made her achievement about a man who'd thrown her away. She kept scrolling, found more articles that all said variations of the same thing—heartbroken ex-wife seeks validation through dangerous comeback, woman scorned returns to racing after billionaire husband moves on, Jayda Marlowe's cry for help on the racetrack.

I whispered, my gaze fixed on the city lights flickering like stars in the distance. This time, nothing would stop me. Not her. Not Sebastian’s guilt. Not even fate itself. I had come too far to lose now. Sebastian’s voice was reluctant, his gaze shadowed with hesitation. But the words had already left his lips, and that was all that mattered. “Fine,” he finally said. “But you’ll start small.” Small. I could work with small. I let my lips curve into a gentle, grateful smile, the perfect picture of a devoted wife wanting nothing more than to support her husband.

“You’ll kill me every day by having sex with your wife. I can’t handle it. I almost died. Please accept my rejection and let me go.” My eyes flashed with anger. The thought of her rejecting me was killing me. “I will never accept your rejection, mate. You will stay with me forever,” I roared. “You’re mine, mate. You have nowhere to go. You belong here.” “I don’t belong here, only your wife does,” she hollered. “Then, what should I do to make you stay?” I inquired. Seriously, I didn’t love her; I was only after a child.

Chase chuckled darkly. "Yes alpha" they said as they scrambled from the room. "You rejected me... why cannot you simply depart me alone and let me be happy?" I requested sadly. He took gradual steps towards me as I backed against the wall. "Because you and I are soul mates, I can't simply let that go. Besides, we are going to make such stunning pups together" he purred and I felt bile upward push in my throat. "I do not want to have pups with you!" I spat. That announcement was observed with the aid of a sharp slap throughout my cheek.

Just as I finished, a text popped up from an old college friend. I hadn't spoken to Chase Johnson since graduation. I wondered what he wanted. Was he inviting me to his wedding? Unfortunately, it was nothing so pleasant. He sent me a video clip. It looked like it was filmed in a bar. A woman sat on a man's lap, her body pressed closely to his. Something about her felt familiar, but I couldn't place it. Chase's message arrived with a "shock" emoji. Chase: [Yo, man. Don't freak out, but is that your wife in the video?]

Chapter 3: Moving Away The drive to Reese’s house felt endless, as though the road stretched longer with every heavy thought that crossed Chelsea’s mind. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning pale as the weight of the day's events pressed against her chest. Every moment replayed vividly—the wedding, Adam’s cutting words, and the disdain in his eyes. She blinked hard, trying to keep the tears from spilling again, but the sting of betrayal was too raw.

He removed his hands from my waist and I sighed in relief. "Let me make myself very clear, Chase Sinclair. I have no feelings whatsoever left for you. It was a stupid crush that disappeared after some time went by. I love Adrian and I am happy about my marriage to him. It's in fact the fairy tale I have always dreamt of. I'm actually very thankful that you rejected and abandoned me all those years ago, because then I wouldn't have met this beautiful man and have him fall head over heels for me. Do not show yourself to me, or come within ten metres of wherever I am. If you mess with me, I will mess you up. This is not a threat, it's a warning. Good bye Mr Chase Sinclair" I said coldly and wal