Chasing My Rejected Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Chase retorted, “What’s wrong with that? I’ll definitely find her. I’ll fast for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes to find her. Otherwise, I’ll never know peace. “You have to wait for her too. You can’t be with this woman.” Elliot said, “I have a wife now. How am I supposed to do that?” Chase pointed at him threateningly. “You’ll just have to wait for her. Isn’t she just your wife on paper? “You should divorce her as soon as I find my younger sister. Control yourself in the meantime. Don’t be tempted by her.” Elliot said nothing. Sophia came down. A snake was coiled around her arm, and she was petting it.

No wonder some men are scared of asking women out! I groan in my seat. "The sickest part is that by rejecting me, I'm thinking about Linda even more..." "So Linda is her name, huh?" Jake grins. "And yeah, that's common. It's called wanting what you can't have. You will get over it. There is plenty of fish in the sea. Give it a week, and you will find another woman." "I don't want another woman!" I argue. My brother laughs. "You're only saying that because she rejected you. It's about the chase now and your bruised ego—do yourself a favor and don't look back. Chasing her won't serve a point anyway. You said she was older than you, yeah?"

"I was joking just now, honey. Trust me. There's nothing between me and that slut Willow! Let's get married. You always wanted to be Mrs. Grayson, didn't you?" Chase grabbed my wrist forcefully and dragged me into the city hall. He knew that once news of his asthenozoospermia began spreading, no woman from families of equal standing to the Graysons would want to marry him. Although I had not gotten pregnant in the past two years, he would still have other methods of trying. It would be better to stay with an obedient puppet like me than to let himself be humiliated. However, I had seen his true colors, and I was completely unmoved.

She said she loves you and she will handle it. He saw her handshaking with Aiden smilingly at their wedding reception party that was too away from everyone. Aiden would do anything good or even wish something good for him was out of the question and that thing turned into his doubts into beliefs though he didn't find anything against her checking on her background. Cannon could feel, Mary still didn't leave rather saying something to him. But nothing was going through him. He was drowning in his own dismay and regrets that he couldn't continue to argue with her anymore. Besides, it was useless, the irreparable damage was already done now.

My chest hurts. "How long?" Adrian frowned. "What?" I looked directly at Vivian then back at him. "How long has this been going on?" Vivian shifted uncomfortably. Adrian's face hardened. "You're being irrational." I laughed bitterly. Of course. The wife was irrational. Not the husband ending a marriage, not the woman standing inside my home. Me I suddenly felt exhausted. Completely exhausted. Fighting for someone who never fought for me, waiting for affection that never came, holding onto hope that never existed, maybe I was done, maybe I should have been done long ago. Slowly, I reached for the pen.

00 Then, on our wedding night, Aiden had coldly informed me that our marriage, as far as he was concerned, was nothing but a sham. He'd congratulated me in such cold tones that I'd felt goosebumps all over my skin for manipulating his father and himself into marrying him. "I suppose congratulations are in order." Aiden had snarled on the ride back from the reception, heading towards our new home, a three storey mansion that was a gift from Julian. "You finally got what you wanted, didn't you?"

I’m finally going to enjoy mine. ​I stared at the glowing screen of my phone, the pale morning light of Geneva suddenly feeling very cold against my skin. ​For a fraction of a second, the old Nerissa, the dutiful, silent wife who had spent five years swallowing her pride wanted to scream. She wanted to type furiously, to hurl the absolute truth at him, to send him the medical records that proved the child growing inside me was real. She wanted to break him the way he had just broken her all over again.

"Love? Is that what you call it? You thought if you bought me these cheap things, I’d forget how boring you are. Newsflash: it didn't work." "I was your wife! I cared for you!" "You were just a placeholder," Chase snapped, stepping toward her, his eyes piercing into hers. "You’re a bland, middle-class girl who lucked into a name you don't deserve. You think because you wash my clothes and all that I owe you anything? You’re fucking delusional." "You’re a monster," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

I tried to be a charmer with her to charm my way between her legs and I almost succeeded but she fucking decided to eavesdrop on my conversation with my brothers. I told her that I owned her and what did she say? No?! She said no to me! The nerve of this girl. As if she hadn't rejected me once before she fucking did it again. How many men have been rejected by their wives on their wedding night? That pissed me off. She was mine for the time being, and I’d do whatever I goddamn pleased with her.