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

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

Seeing that she was enjoying the story, Yasmin continued, "The old man didn’t want them to divorce. Jordan was always a free spirit. She had already been trapped in a loveless marriage for three years just to fulfill her grandfather’s will. She said it herself—there’s marriage law protection, but she’s restricted even when trying to date. But for some reason, even though her ex-husband didn’t like her and hadn’t contacted her for three years, as if she wasn’t his wife, when she brought up the divorce, he refused to agree." Jane quickly asked, "They still haven’t divorced?" Yasmin shook her head. "No, her ex-husband even started pursuing her now." "Exciting." Jane hurriedly took a sip of tea

My heart wouldn’t stop beating fast as I watched her take my children away from me. Please, let me see them for longer. The words couldn’t come out because I knew even saying it wouldn’t stop Nicole from taking them inside. I let out a sharp breath when they all went inside and rested my head on the steering wheel. I fucking hate this. I wish I could turn back the hand of time, I wish I could set everything right and make things the same way it was before our divorce. I looked at the mansion one last time, this wasn’t the end. Just because she doesn’t want me to see my children doesn’t mean this would stop me.

Why did his chest feel hollow? Why does my heart feel uneasy after she left? He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. No, he whispered. It can’t be. He reached for his phone. Unlocked it. Locked it again. Stop thinking about her. The command in his head was firm, but it didn’t stick. Sandra’s face kept surfacing rain-soaked, defiant, that faint smile she’d given him before he’d thrown her out into the storm. No, no, no.He pushed up from the chair too fast, pacing the length of the office. The polished floor reflected his restless steps.

Aaron asked “He asked for a divorce” the word coming out from my mouth was unsure. “What! You Idiot, he roared, pressing his hands against his head. Just one child is all I need from you and you'll secure the future of this family forever and now you've ruined it.” My tears came back flowing the second time, his words hitting more than kade's actions. I've signed the divorce papers, and I'm not going back to Kade, never. I said in between sobs. Losing myself completely.

were high school sweethearts that got separated when she moved to England. She returned two years ago with twin daughters and a dead husband… and my marriage has not been the same ever since. Raw, venomous rage shoots through my bloodstream. “Stop. Just stop!” I screech, my fingers already balling into fists. “Did you tell your boss that his son who has terminal cancer has been waiting for him since this morning because he wants to hear his daddy sing ‘happy birthday’ to him?” I ask angrily. “Does he even remember that he has a wife and child?”

"I never stopped caring about her, the divorce was necessary but it didn't change how I feel." "Then why—" "Because caring about her means protecting her," Antonio said, his voice hard. "Even if that protection looks like abandonment, even if it means she hates me, she's safer believing I moved on than knowing the truth about why I had to push her away." Vincent nodded slowly, understanding written across his weathered face. "The enemy hasn't made any moves toward her yet," he said. "But he will eventually, he's too obsessed with destroying you to ignore an ex-wife who's suddenly become a public figure again."

“No. I don’t hold grudges anymore Hayden. They’re just… not worth it.” Her words crushed something inside him. He wanted to speak for his family, but he stopped himself. No, he would only speak for himself. He set down his fork, looked across the table, and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I know things are… strange between us. I’m your ex husband, after all. But I don’t want us to stay stuck in the past. I want to start fresh as friends.” He stretched out his hand across the table.

“Argantara! We haven’t taken care of the divorce papers at the civil office yet!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the silent living room. My fists clenched, breaths ragged, eyes fixed sharply on my husband who was adjusting his work suit. Argantara froze mid-motion. His gaze darkened, piercing me with warning. “Devia, can you not talk about divorce in my mother’s house?” His voice was low, tense. “Do you know what will happen if she finds out we’re divorcing? I could be disowned!”

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.