Chasing My Rejected Wife Novels & Stories

she said and sat back down. I breathed out in frustration, not knowing where to start the explanation. But if I really want to locate Chloe, I have to share what I know. "She is my wife-to-be, but I rejected her and chose her sister over her. Maybe she felt hurt and decided to leave our city. Ever since people found out I rejected her, they've been pointing fingers at me and her sister. I don't want anything to tarnish my image, and that's why you see me here," I explained, and she nodded in understanding.

“This isn’t what I signed up for.” His grip tightened, and before I could pull free, his hand moved to my waist and he pulled me into him. “Why do you love being chased?,” he whispered, his fingers brushing away loose strands of my hair. "This isn't about being chased, it's about respect. I might not be your real wife but I deserve some consideration," I replied, my voice shaky as I spoke. "And who said you weren't my real wife?" He asked, his piercing grey eyes focused on mine like he could see my soul.

“I’m sorry that I can’t c-“ She was out of the room before he could say anything else. Chase was a cruel bastard. If he couldn’t be with her, then she would leave. She would leave for a long time until he came to his senses. * Katrina’s tears pooled down the side of her face, her mascara bleeding down the side of her face. How could he get married when he just rejected her like that? No! Chase belonged to her and her only, and not that tramp who strutted around with her prize. Her man. She would get him back. She would get him back. “You’re mine, Chase,” she growled, and then slipped into a manic sort of laughter. “You’re mine, and you just don’t know it yet.”

“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.

she whispers. My shoulders slump as my hands drop from her face to hang at my sides, gaze fluttering to the floor and body tensing in anticipation of the cold sting of her rejection. But instead, she reaches up, grabbing my face with both hands and forcing me to look into her eyes. “You’re absolutely fucking insane, Chase Walker, but you’re mine. So let’s do it.”

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.

“What if you’re chasing the wrong woman? what if i am nothing but a mere shadow of your wife” Stephen let out a small, pained smile. “I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life, Alena, but this isn’t one of them. There’s only one you in this world. I’m not chasing your face—I’m following my heart. I feel it when you’re near, when you smile, when you cry. You’re the only one who can stir my soul like this.” Alena closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his words. She wanted to believe him, but her heart and mind were at war. “I need to go,” she said, her voice trembling. “Rose is waiting for me.”

My chest pulsed painfully, a constant reminder of the trust that had been shattered in me, 'Stacy, you have to accept the rejection when he comes back,' Sky said between the pain, I shook my head as I pinned my lips. 'we will lose him and I don’t want to, I love him,' I said with gritted teeth. 'we can’t continue this way, he is going to keep hurting you till he finds you accept his rejection, he doesn’t want us,' I shake my head, I don’t want to, all I wanted was Brake, he is the mate that I wanted. 'find, but we need to stop this pain, we need to make it stop,' 'how can we, the entire place is locked, there is no escape,'

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?

"And in the morning?" "In the morning, you were a stranger again. Cold. Distant. Like those nights never happened." The rain was coming down harder now. We should go inside, but I couldn't move. Three years of words were finally finding their way out. "I lost myself in that marriage. I quit my job because your family said it was inappropriate. I stopped seeing my friends because I had nothing to say that wasn't pathetic. I existed in this beautiful penthouse feeling like a ghost." My voice broke. "Do you know what it's like to be married and completely alone?"