Chasing My Rejected Wife Novels & Stories

she scoffs, almost offended by my question, and I wave it off, clutching my backpack to my front as I fidget on my feet. “Did something happen? Is that why you were trying to avoid me?” she asks, her voice an octave lower than it was a second ago, and I sigh, my eyes staying glued to the white tile of the bathroom floor, unable to meet her probing gaze. How can I tell her I was humiliated and rejected by the person I thought had feelings for me like I did for him? “Chase rejected me,” I murmured, and she gasps in shock, her feet quickly shuffling over to me.

“I am going nowhere. This is my room as much as it is yours. I am your wife.” There was some kind of amusement in his eyes as he stared intently at me. Just then, he cackled. “You do have a wild imagination, lady. You were my wife by force, not choice. To think you really took the title to heart. I don’t think I have ever come across someone as trashy as you are. Being rejected many times still doesn’t stop you. Now I understand why you and your mother are so miserable. You will never get anyone to want you as you desire.”

Staring back at the article, Jada read further down, and tears started to set in her eyes from the rage inside. "Chase Aniston's ego would not let the happy couple be after Miss Hudson humiliated him by refusing his marriage proposal, so he took advantage of Miss Hudson's memory loss and turned her against her husband, ruining both their relationships forever." The reviews on the article were brutal against Chase, and all the commenters were anonymous.

“Looking at you, I am guessing I won. You see, this game was not for you to play. Now the rightful owner of the thrown has claimed it back. Thank you for giving me what was mine in the first place,” “Won? Game? I didn’t realise I was a participant. What are we? Five-year-olds playing house? Monica, you may think you have won or think you are better than me, but you will never achieve being his wife. Do you think I am intimidated by your “career woman” standards, click clanking high heels on my marble floor, look phenomenal, and look down on me because I am a housewife? You don’t scare me because I can get that too, but do you have what it takes to be Chase’s wife? Chase will regret ever leav

Of everything within me, I was drained and all I wanted to do was see my husband. “ My husband…” my voice came out in a chilly tone. “ Where is he?” “ The dark organization “ That was all I needed to know. “ We are leaving, right now” “ Reina, you can't. Richard wouldn't want you to, and…” My eyes dug daggers into Ryan's body…” To hell with what Richard wants. This is what I want! I am going there. I am going to search for my husband with or without your help, and I will get him out… and oh Darren, pray he isn't dead yet because I will make you pay in hell “

I felt insulted by his words but I didn't care. “I see you like to boost your ego. You're right, this is not business but it might as well turn to a competition if you refuse to do the needful. This call is to let you know that I am not comfortable with you calling or texting my wife. Stay away from her.” I finally spelled it out for him, saving us both the time. He chuckled for a while before drawing a deep breath. “This is such a joke. You called to warn me to stay away from a woman you rejected and turned away with two kids? You think being engaged in the past makes you her husband? Looks like you still have a lot to learn and a long way to go.” He spoke arrogantly.

She forgot because it was not a real marriage and they had no real commitment towards each other. Understanding appeared in the woman’s dark eyes, “I would be scared too if I was your husband. I’m sure my husband would never let me out of his sight should anything happen to me or our child,” there was a deep sorrow in the woman’s eyes. It vanished quickly, Ariella thought that she might have read it wrongly. Ariella had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. It was not her fault that something had happened and she was sure she was not the target. It was just unfortunate that she was caught in the middle of it all and was the one that suffered the most.

"Dragging this out won’t change anything. Sebastian wants to move on. We want to move on." We. The word hit me hard like a slap. I let out a hollow, bitter laugh, one that tasted of heartbreak and humiliation. "Move on? With my husband?" Vanessa’s face stiffened, her jaw clenching. "He never truly belonged to you, Eve." The room spun. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my skin, willing myself to stay upright, to keep breathing. Sebastian raked a hand through his hair, his voice tired. "Just sign the papers."

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.

To save the company, my mom and stepfather arranged this marriage with the Jackson Group, and I had to drop out of college. I can't accept her saying Kairo's money is wasted on me. Even though I'm not as wealthy as before, I know there's still enough to cover my needs and share the costs of infertility treatments. "Shares? What are you proud of? Your bankrupt company? Didn't your mom give up and dump you on us?" she mocks. I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white. "Can you just shut up for once? All you do is criticize and judge me like you're perfect!"