Chasing 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 thought it was normal for close friends, especially 'best friends,' to act that way. When Scarlett introduced me, Chase looked at me strangely, though he politely greeted me out of courtesy. Thinking back now, his heart must have been full of jealousy and hostility. The first thing Chase did after returning to the country was join Hayes Corporation. With his connections with Scarlett, he smoothly became a mid-level manager. I, on the other hand, had started as the lowest-ranking employee. Aside from a few top executives, no one knew I was the CEO's husband. From that point on, Scarlett and Chase were practically inseparable. They commuted together and he would often drop by our house.

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 “

It's been hard on him since he lost his position as a CEO to Damien but that doesn't give him any plausible excuse to deny reality by abandoning his family. "You disgust me." I spat and laid on my own bed at the end of the room, we got separate beds when Bibi turned 2. Now that I think of it, I must have made the wrong decision by marrying him. ****** "Marry me Freya and I'll give you the world I never gave you before." He went on his knees, like it wasn't a proposal. Like he was begging. "I have his child." I stroked my belly gently, hiding the storm brewing inside of me while giving a fake smile. This would chase him away at least.

I just have to bring his secrets to the lights, and he finds himself in a quicksand again. And again. And again. The real question is… How many times can my wife really forgive her new toy?

Please. He didn't even hear my inner cries. I doubt he'll — "She is the closest person to me in this world." "Derek..." I whispered,completely at a loss for words. The closest person, he said. What tempting words, like poison wrapped in layers of frosting, I know it is poisonous, I don’t want it, but I have to swallow it. He didn't call me his wife. He completely dodged the question. Sadness bloomed in my heart like deadly nightshade, threatening to poison me. Tears burned the back of my eyes and I warned myself not to cry.

“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.

He pushed off from the desk, his crutches clicking on the floor as he followed her. The officer’s voice echoed down the hallway, “Sir, you need to stay here!” But Chase ignored her, his eyes fixed on the door she had disappeared through. He pushed open the door, his crutches scraping against the frame. The officer spun around, her eyes widening in surprise. “Sir, I told you to wait!” Chase’s face was set in a fierce scowl. “I’m not waiting anymore. I need to see my wife.” The officer stood her ground, her hands on her hips.

Laura's Point of View I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend. But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try. Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?" Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we're thriving."

“But I am sorry, Richard. A second chance is not possible. I can't look at you without thinking about how deeply you hurt me. I can't hear your name without remembering everything that happened between us. Having to see you come check on Daisy is already enough torture. If I had my way, I would avoid you totally, but I didn't because you are Daisy's father, and I can't deny her knowing who you are. Whether I date another man or not shouldn't be your problem henceforth. Divorce is the separation and termination of a marriage. Our marriage ended, as did our story together. Moving on should be our focus. You can find yourself some girls, get remarried, or go out on dates while I follow suit. Th