Romans & histoires My Ex Husband Can T Stop Chasing Me After Divorce

“If you really want her to return to your side, there’s only one universal way to do it.” “And that is?” I ask, sounding way too impatient even to my own ears. “It’s called pursuing the woman you love.” “You want me to pursue her?” I raise a brow, regretting his so-called advice already. “But she’s already my wife. What’s there to pursue now?” “Wrong. You two are divorced, aren’t you?” Dammit. How did I forget about that? Maybe that’s one of the other reasons she’s mad at me, too. Maybe she got the misunderstanding that I was the one who initiated the divorce. Maybe she thinks I’m still involved with Hannah.

Does he think I still want his money when I let go of him just like that? For three years, he wounded me several times. Still, I have endured everything just with a little hope in my heart that someday he would understand my love for him. Yet, it never happened, and I ended it with divorce. I thought this was the step toward the peaceful life I have always dreamed of, which turned out to be my biggest concern because it’s not. My ex-husband started appearing more with double drama in front of me! His every move just adds more wounds to my already bloodied soul. It is too much to endure.

I am in fact in love with my ex wife. After the divorce, I noticed that I kept subconsciously thinking of her. I could be working in the office and she would randomly pop into my brain. I thought at first that it could be because I’d spent a lot of time with her, but then I’d start to hear her voice when Alex and I talk or when we’re being intimate.

“The man couldn’t shut up about me. The therapist was sitting there pretending to care while he talked about how I was the one that got away… how he could never love anyone else. It was pathetic, really.” My throat went dry. “You’re lying.” She laughed again. “Why would I lie? You asked, and I’m telling you. He was practically drooling.” “Cecilia…” “What? Are you mad? Don’t be. I can’t control what your husband still feels for me.” “He’s not my husband anymore.” “Oh right. The divorce. How could I forget?” Her voice dipped lower, the words soaked in mockery. “It must sting though… knowing even your ex can’t stop talking about me. But don’t worry, I told him to move on. That his little copy d

Lucas placed his chin on top of my head, trying to hold me more tightly. I pushed him away and wiped the tears from my face. "You don't understand! If you understood, you wouldn't be chasing me around like this! What is this?! Are you a three-year-old or something? Chasing girls around to get their attention? Can't you just see that for the first time in my life, I finally become independent?! I'm about to become a successful businesswoman... And you just keep showing up everywhere I go, dragging me down! I don't want to be dragged down by you anymore! Just sign the divorce papers and move on with your life! Go look for your second chance and do not ever let me see your face again!" Having s

“She had a wedding ring, Dave. She showed it to me. She said you were happily married. She said I was the one being delusional.” “She is my ex-wife,” Dave replied, and his voice was smooth, reassuring, and dripping with sincerity. “The divorce was finalized years ago. But she can’t let go—she’s obsessed with me, with the idea of us. She’s been stalking me, showing up everywhere I go. She’s unstable, May. She’s been like this even before the divorce.”

Chase never stopped trying to get me to marry him again, even though his success rate remained a permanent 0%. "I know you never slept with her, Chase, but that does not mean you did nothing wrong," I said calmly. "You implicitly allowed another woman to hurt your wife. To me, that is unforgivable. I married you because I loved you, but I divorced you because I refused to let you harm me any further. This was never about how much you loved me. This was my choice." Chase swore that he would never marry another woman or have another child. Mackin would be his one and only, or so he claimed.

Because just the thought of catching a glimpse of her, watching her move through her day, brushing her daughter’s hair or holding her son’s hand, it brought something back to life in me. Something dangerous. Something hopeful. But then, the update that landed yesterday stopped me cold. Her “husband,” the man she had supposedly moved on with, doesn’t even live in the same city. Not just a different house. A different zip code entirely. And that fact, it pulled at something inside me. What kind of marriage is that? What sort of life was she building? Was it real, or just a facade to keep me away? The thought made me sit upright for hours last night, staring at my ceiling with a storm churning

Without batting an eye, no tears still dripping, I jumped into my car and drove off. A few minutes later, I arrived at Mrs. Ivy’s office. She knew me since I was little and of course, it didn’t take much time for me to feel comfortable around her. She had been a very nice person. “Hazel, you don’t look happy. What’s wrong?” She muttered, her voice soft. “I want to divorce my husband Mrs Ivy. Please help me out.” I said and her two brows raised. “You’re married to the most amazing, successful, and most handsome businessman in California. Why do you want to leave him?” She muttered and I scoffed.