Chasing My Rejected Wife Novels & Stories

We take pride in doing so, and everyone knows it. Ana sighs and looks away. I don't think I did something wrong. In fact, I have been on my best behavior since she came back, and I'm not tripping. "Chase said his mate rejected him because of you. I am worried Jace. What if she succeeds in taking you away from us? It will break our son" My brows furrow in confusion at her words. "For real?" I am forced to laugh because of all the things I assumed, this is just hilarious. Is this what has been stressing her up? I lay back on the bed beside her and face upwards.

This was the desperate plea of a pathetic father and she giggled venomously. “So you’re doing this because of your son?” “No, not because of him— I just want to set things right and make everything good.” I replied and she turned around, like looking at me was an eyesore. “Tell me, why did you reject me? You vowed in front of the whole pack to love your mate, wait for the right one and accept anybody the goddess gave you but you reject me without giving two thoughts about me, WHY!” She asked, her voice painstriken.

I wasn't 100% sure that he was listening but I was willing to bet my life on it, so I found my confidence and stopped cowering down. "It's stopped being OUR home a long time ago. You are not welcome here, so leave Chase!" He marched towards me, he was trying to intimidate me but I wouldn't back down, not this time. "I think you've forgotten your place as my wife." His eyes grew wide and I could see the angry red streaks form.

“I rejected you, remember? Or was that just a joke to you?” He chuckles softly, no warmth in it, and closes the gap between us. His hand slides to my waist, gripping firm enough to hold me in place and then pulls me close. “Rejected? Your rejection is never valid, forgotten so soon? You’re my wife, my mate. And tonight, I’ll remind you that.” I shove at his chest, pushing him away as I took a step back. “Remind me? By forcing this? You’re a disgrace, Sebastian. And shameless.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong... I just don’t want you anymore.” The lie tasted like acid on my tongue. Travis’ entire body went still, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. My hands curled into fists in my lap to stop them from shaking. I had to be cruel. I had to push him away before I did something stupid like fall even deeper for a man who would never be mine. “I chased you,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “I wanted you... and you gave me what I wanted. But I’ve had my fill, Travis. I don’t want you anymore. We’re over.”

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

But I had him under my control, he loved me too much and who wouldn't want a chase, a Jordan Chase to be his puppet. And that was why I was so pissed when I heard about the marriage, I smashed my phone on the table and kicked my legs on what I could kicked. I groaned in frustration used my hands to completely ruin my hair. If he had a wife, then I would be nothing to him, I would mean nothing and he would no longer love me. I regretted why I rejected the first proposal, and then the second. I regretted everything because at the end of the day, I lost him.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. What's got you so upset anyhow? You've never given a shit about a pussy, and you sure as fuck haven't attached a name or a claim to one." He was right. I hadn't. My expectation for him to understand that-since I hadn't ever done it and did it now-ought to illustrate the importance of this particular female. Then I remembered who I was talking to. Chase had cheated on his wife the night before they got married. "Just forget it." I didn't have the energy to discuss any of this with my best friend. Chase leaned against my tool chest. I sensed him following me around my bay, although he never moved. "Man, you need to get yourself right before she gets you hurt."

"Hire more investigators. Hire a team. Hire the entire damn FBI if you have to. I don't care what it costs. I want to know who she was. Why she was seperated from her parents, how they found her, Every place she ever lived. " He paused, his throat tightening. ''I found my wife, Mark. After months of searching, I finally found her. And she doesn't want me. She doesn't need me. But I can't... I can't lose her again.'' Mark was silent for a moment. Then: "Understood, sir. I'll get started immediately." Ethan ended the call and stared out the window. The city lights continued to blur past. But his mind was no longer in the car.

The cold water struck her hair and face, but the pain in her chest was far more agonizing. “I’m your wife, Javier.” The words came out so softly, almost like a whisper meant only for herself. “I trusted you. I trusted you so much.” She looked at her palms bitterly. And once again, without realizing it, she rubbed her body repeatedly. As though by doing so, she could erase every last trace Javier had left on her. The image of Javier with another woman—how her husband’s hands had touched another woman’s body. Then, with those same hands, he touched Nora and treated her as though he had never done anything wrong.