Chasing My Rejected Wife Novels & Stories

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!"

“But listen to me, Chase. I don’t want your business anymore. And I’m going to tell my father what you did. He’s going to cut all ties with your family completely.” Chase only chuckled at that, wiping his hand on the gravy I’d spilled over him. “Keep dreaming! Your daddy loves me more than he loves you.” He smirked, and in that moment, he looked like a completely different person from the one I used to know. “And you…” He pointed his index finger at me. “You’ll never get a better husband than me in this entire city! I’m one of the most eligible bachelors in Manhattan.” “Oh, don’t be so delusional, Chase. Every other man in New York City is already better than you. You’re just a piece of shit

The one who I thought was going to love me just as my father and mother, however, our relationship wasn't always like that. Realizing that he was still talking about me pushed the thought out of my head, what I needed to hear was what he was trying to say. "She happened to be my mate but an Alpha Chase of Dark Moon Pack cannot and will not accept Layla Foster as my mate and so in front of everyone in the pack, I reject her today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life" Chase stated matter of factly as his blatant stare didn't waver. Right there, I felt my heart rip apart but there was nothing that I could do, how can he do this to me? I wasn't expecting a happily ever after with him but he wa

I strike the rubber tip of my cane hard against the flagstone patio. “Of course it makes sense," I snap. "You’re treating a brilliant woman like a convenience. You shoved her into a guest room and expected her to be grateful for the proximity to her own child.” I fix him with my best glare. “And you still haven't cut that blonde parasite out of your life publicly. Then you wonder why your wife went to war. I’m starting to worry that you may be mentally impaired." “I told Natasha I don't want Sonia," Chase says, his voice low and defensive.

I leaned forward in my chair, smoke curling out of my mouth as I narrowed my eyes. What the hell are you doing here, princess? Don’t you belong in your fancy mansion, waiting on your husband like a good little doll? The sight of her irritated me and amused me all at once. She looked nervous, glancing around like she didn’t belong here, but there was a certain sadness in her eyes too. That loneliness. That brokenness. Perfect. I pulled out my phone, thumbing a message to Natalie. Me: 'Guess who I just saw? Reid’s darling wife. All alone. In a club.'

I look like I got in a bar fight. My phone rings. Jake. I ignore it but he calls again, so I finally answer. "Where the hell were you last night? You disappeared and didn't answer my calls," he says, sounding worried and pissed. "Please tell me you didn't do something stupid." "I paid twenty thousand for a private session with the club's top dancer." I hit the bag again, harder. "Turned out to be my ex-wife. Her security guard punched me in the face. Stupid enough for you?"

A memory she had buried surfaced without permission. Later when Chloe slept Elara found Ryan alone in the corridor staring at nothing. "You're shaking " she said. Ryan looked down at his hands like he hadn't noticed. "I almost lost both of you once " he said quietly. "I can't go through that again." Elara felt something inside her chest. "You didn't lose us " she said. "You pushed us away." Ryan nodded slowly. ". I've regretted it every day since." Elara didn't know what to say to that. Because it sounded real.. Real was harder to dismiss than anger.

He stood alone in the foyer, chest heaving. He called his secretary. "Mike. I need you to find my wife. She left this morning. Track her phone. Track her cards. I don't care how. Find her." "Yes, sir. Right away." Cassian hung up and lowered himself onto the bottom step. His head throbbed. His hands trembled. But beneath the physical pain, something else stirred something cold and unfamiliar. She'll come back. She's been angry before. She always comes back. One year ago.

I watched her leave, frustration swelling within me. She hadn’t accepted my polite rejection. Not surprising, but still infuriating. Regardless, my plans remained in motion. I was revealing the truth to my family tomorrow night and effectively calling off the wedding. Whether Dahlia’s delusions liked it or not...

The humiliation burned, a searing brand on her soul. Her carefully constructed world had imploded. The opulent house, the promise of a lavish future, the imagined triumph over Evelyn—all shattered by Hunter’s icy resolve and the chilling presence of the security guards. She clutched her purse strap, her knuckles white, her face a contorted mask of rage and desperation. He actually did it. He chose that pathetic excuse for a wife over me. After everything! After I gave him an out! He called me sick! The words echoed in her mind, fueling her internal inferno.