My Ex Husband Can T Stop Chasing Me After Divorce Novels & Stories

You should chase after your love. Thomas started roaring even louder through the phone. He was vastly different from the person I had heard earlier, gently coaxing and comforting Tracy. "Divorce again? So, you and your daughter think marriages are just a joke? That it means nothing to you both? You told me before that you left your ex-husband because he had a bad character. It's obvious now that you were the problem all along! You get jealous of everything! "Did you get water in your brain because of the storm just now? Tracy's leg is hurt, so shouldn't we have helped her clean her wounds? Her dog almost died, and since I'm a vet, I shouldn't have come to take a look at it either, right?

“Be ready to deal with the consequences that would follow your rash, and egotistical decisions!” “Is that a threat?” Chase words were only making Richard grow angrier. “Yes! I will do everything in my power to stop that divorce from happening! Any effect your bullheadedness has on my health will be entirely your fault!” There it is again. Guilt-tripping. Chase knew his father loved to use his health as a way to make people do his bidding. But it would never work this time. “You made me get into this marriage in the first place.” Chase snapped. “But you can never make me stay in it. I will settle Selene according to the marriage contract, and cut off all ties with her.”

The divorce had hit me hard, but it’s been a little over a year since it was finalized. The only thing keeping me from moving is the thought of leaving Ellie and my family behind. Sure, I can still call and talk with them, but I wouldn’t be able to see them as often as I do now. I suppose I should start focusing on my wants again, now that I don’t have to worry about upsetting my ex-husband, Conner. As the video plays on my phone, I hardly notice what the girl is making out of the wooden sign she bought. Instead, I’m stuck thinking about my ex. Conner hated it when I would binge-watch DIY projects.

I hope he learns—not for me of course, but for the future wife he may choose. Anyways, I need to push thoughts of Adam out of my mind at any cost. Every encounter with him is like reopening old wounds, and I'm exhausted from seeing him after the divorce. The frustration and bitterness that linger whenever he's around are draining. I deserve to move forward without the shadow of our past hanging over me. His presence only serves as a reminder of a chapter I desperately want to close.

But I paused. I wasn’t sure if he could do that. I sat up. “I just divorced… I—” “I know and I’m not putting any pressure on you either. I just need you to let me chase you, like a proper gentleman,” he said. I could say yes. I could also choose to ignore this strange tug in my chest that told me to say yes. To let it happen. But I just got divorced. I just got betrayed. I was a fucking mess right now even though I had it all together in front.

Years passed in the blur in the memory of Alena and since then Stephen was leading a shallow existence, consumed by work and buried in his responsibilities. He had severed all ties, including his relationship with his mother, leaving her with only distant memories of the past. As he sat in his office, his eyes landed on a photo of Alena, his beloved wife. A tear slid down his cheek as he whispered to the empty room, “I miss you so much. I promise, in the next life, I will love you, cherish you, and never doubt you.”

The air in the car was almost suffocating when I finally spoke, slowly— “In the past, Sharon abandoned you, and then you came after me. You pursued me for three years, and I finally said yes. All these years, through every storm, through your poverty and your lowest points, I was the one who stood by you. “Then, when you found success, you divorced me for her… and now, because of her, you've fallen back to rock bottom again.”

I try to hold back tears but fail miserably. "Fine, I'll leave!" I declare, storming off. As I walk away, my heart aches at the thought of our marriage falling apart. What if we just... I shake my head, feeling a knot in my stomach as the word "divorce" pops into my mind. What should I do?

"You’re free to go with my mother if you want. But you’re not coming with me. And just to remind you, we’re no longer together, so I’d appreciate it if you respected my boundaries." Suddenly, I felt exhausted. This conversation was ruining whatever good mood I had left. I was about to end the call when Sophia suddenly spoke again. "But you told me we could still be friends!" I never told her that. "Good night, Sophia." I ended the call with that. I had no idea how to get her to stop contacting me. I was growing increasingly frustrated with her calling almost every day, especially now that we were already divorced. I stared at my phone for a moment.

She's moved on, probably got remarried, which was a wise thing to do and have a child for whatever man she got married again too. "None of your assumption is true mother, you can choose to believe what you want to believe and say whatever you want to say but that won't stop me from pursuing Alicia, I don't care if she's with someone else, I want my ex-wife back and I'm not stopping until I get her back, so quit trying to pair me up with someone else because it's not going to work." "Adams you should—"