My Ex Husband Can T Stop Chasing Me After Divorce の小説・ストーリー

After he regained my trust, he would only repeat the same mistakes again, the same thing we constantly fought about. I was tired. I no longer wanted to hope because it was still unclear if he would ever truly change. It also seemed like my mother-in-law could no longer wait for her son to finally be free from me so he could marry the woman she wanted for him. “There’s still a thirty-day period before your divorce with Dave becomes final. I hope you won’t show yourself to him anymore. If only you had chased your dreams alongside Dave, maybe I wouldn’t have done this to you. My son worked hard to achieve his dreams, I saw all his exhaustion and sleepless nights, and I won’t allow you to drag h

I should do something that shows her that I do still care about her. Even though we are divorced, she can still be in my life, no? An ex-husband should be allowed to show his ex-wife that she can still rely on him whenever she needs it. I grab my phone and the notepad and make my way towards my office, abandoning the short lived task of making this place feel like a home. I step inside and close the door behind me, grabbing my wallet and the fresh new credit cards that sit inside.

Staring at that latest divorce text, all I could think about was the $500K she sent him every year, those two months she ghosted, my missing stuff, and that divorce paper she signed eight years ago. Yeah. Cold chill straight down my spine. She was hiding way too much. I was about to shut off my phone when a call came through—Donna. Background noise was wild, like some drunk party game in a bar. Probably a butt dial. "Donna and Alec, drink from the same glass!" "Kiss!" "Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!"

You’re right, I only did it because I never intended to take her without a claim, I said as she moved closer to me. “I know you still yearn for your ex-wife; everyone is aware of the lengths you went for her. Your obsession has dethroned you, and pursuing her again could lead to your demise. Now that you’re married to my daughter, you must eliminate that obsession, no matter what. I won’t allow you to bring shame to me and my family by chasing after your ex-wife,” she stated. “Then let’s terminate the marriage,” I blurted out, my words leaving her in shock and disbelief. I despised that she recognized my weakness and sought to manipulate me with it, but I would never allow someone like her t

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.

“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.

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."