How To Reject My Obsessive Ex-husband Chapter 37 Novels & Stories

Does he have two phones? I immediately walked slowly towards him. He stopped as soon as he felt my presence. “Hey, what brings you here?” He said, but I caught him glancing at his table before returning to mine. Was he hiding something over there? His eyes quivered when he glanced behind me. “I… I have to tell you something.” “What about it?” “Let's cancel the wedding.” My heart pounded as I avoided his gaze. “What now?” With his irate tone, I can sense his frustration. “Your father already agreed–”

The space in the hallway would block me some, but if I could move fast enough, it would hinder him more than it would me. "You don't get to tell me no. Not about my sex life. Ever. You declined. On multiple occasions." I shook my head, buried the sharp pain in my chest at the rejection. "Therefore, your opinion matters less than Mr. Cry Baby's out there." I waved a hand at the front door. He leaned down, his nose less than an inch from mine. "If I knew you were going to start picking up desperate strays at Chaos, then I would have taken you up on your offer sooner."

In the end, Joey was practically shouting, her bloodshot eyes brimming with hatred. Zachary's heart felt like it was stabbed, and he released his grip. She completely ignored him, turned around, and walked away. Watching her go, he suddenly understood. This time, she was truly done with him. Or maybe, deep down, he never had her from the start. "Mr. Zachary." Shane witnessed his boss' ex-wife storming out with an intense and hostile energy.

Without any anger. I was in our room. He asked me to change and I could see the room was completely clean. So he cleaned up his mess. I changed and was about to sit in bed but I didn't. I was feeling weird. They had sed there I can't sleep or lie there. I didn't realize he was observing all that. "Don't worry We didn't have anything. She left after a while. But I changed the bedsheet anyhow. You can rest for a while." He was taking shower and I was now lying in bed thinking about my painful Past. The way he rejected me. He didn't want to marry me and he said he didn't love me anymore.

I jerked my hand away and gave her a defiant stare, “We’re starting tomorrow, don’t forget” A cold gust gave my body an unpleasant shudder. What did I just do? It should not matter because I just can’t see myself spending my whole life here yet I suddenly feel like there’s a giant hole in my chest and I can’t breathe. The spot where I had my mark throbbed in pain. Reject him? How can I just do that? Will that even matter? Is that even possible? But considering Sabine fell for it, I think there is a way of rejecting a mate. I guess I’ll have to read through the books.

“My emotions?” “Yes.” She looked directly into my eyes now. “You are distracted.” Leah. The name immediately burned through my chest. My mother saw the reaction instantly. Her expression hardened. “This is still about her.” I looked away first. “That chapter is over.” “No,” Ophelia said quietly. “It should be over.” The difference in those words hit harder than I wanted to admit. I walked past her toward the balcony overlooking the kingdom. Below, Oakwood stretched beautifully beneath the morning light. Large stone homes. Silver banners. Wolves moving through the streets.

His eyes were wild. "Okay. I accept that you aren't in love with me. But we had a deal. And I come in as your contracted husband and see you with your ex on locked lips and you ask me out? Don't you think that's crazy?" I snapped. "Oh, don't you dare call me crazy. You asked for this. Don't forget that." I pointed at his face. He stared at me, then at my finger still pointed at his face, and back at me. Then he brushed his hair back with both hands and smirked.

I stretch a finger to his chest, “You are my husband, my own.” Callie pushes me away suddenly; I almost lose my footing, but Mr. Thompson is quick enough. He helps me to my feet. My eyes widen at the act. “How dare you push me like that?” Callie’s eyes breathe fire and contempt; she should be ashamed, but she’s not. Instead, she’s looking at me like I'm a killjoy. I just ruined their perfect date. “You shouldn't have pushed her away like that…” Grey says flatly. He’s busy looking at her—worshipping her beauty without sparing me a single look of remorse.

Caleb looked at me, with an unstoppable outpouring of love in his eyes. In the office, Vincent stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the sprawling, glittering metropolis. He was leaner than he had been a year ago, yet his eyes carried a desolate emptiness that no amount of time could erase. Resting silently on his desk was an exquisite wedding invitation. The embossed gold lettering felt like acid burning into his retinas.

When I was one month pregnant, my fated mate Caleb’s childhood best friend turned out to be three months along. Caleb decided to hold a bonding ceremony with her. When I broke down and asked what would happen to me and our pup, he said calmly, "Stella is different from you. I’m the only friend she has left in the pack. If people find out she’s pregnant out of wedlock, the gossip will destroy her!" But he seemed to forget that he was my only support in the pack, too. Later, he allowed our baby to be called a bastard pup. He let his parents drag me into a healing room to force an abortion on me. My inner wolf went completely dead. I didn't want this man anymore. What Caleb didn't know was that