Novel & Cerita My Ex Husband Can T Stop Chasing Me After Divorce

“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?”

"You lost the right to care about her safety when you divorced her, when you threw away a woman who gave up everything for you, you don't get to show up now playing concerned husband." "Ex-husband," Antonio corrected automatically, the words tasting wrong in his mouth. "And I still care about what happens to her regardless of our marital status." "Then leave her alone," Lucas said, his voice hard. "Let her do the one thing that makes her happy, let her be herself for once instead of whatever you tried to turn her into during your marriage."

“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.

“If that’s the only way to keep you by my side, then I will do it!” “Selfish!” Devia hissed, holding back tears. “You don’t love me, yet you refuse to let me go. You just want to win. You’ve turned my life into a game!” Argan moved closer, nearly touching her shoulder, but Devia stepped back sharply. “Devia, I know I was wrong. But I can’t let you go. You’re my wife. Period.” Devia looked at him with pain in her gaze. “No law, no witness, not even your mother can force me to love you again. You can delay this divorce, but you cannot stop my heart from leaving you.”

“Of course. Where are your clothes?” “I left them,” I lied. “Then you should grab your things first from your ex-husband before you look for a job.” “I can’t.” I paused. “He thinks that I stole a billion dollars from his company so he took my belongings as a payment.” “What?! You should’ve gotten money from the divorce but you didn’t and now he even took your things.” “I don’t want anything to do with him. I just want to forget him and be away from him.” Alyssa sighed, “You know that whatever you do you’re still bound to meet him in the future. You can’t keep your baby away from his father. It’s their choice to make.”

My hands curl into fists at my sides. “I’m sure you know our divorce didn’t go through,” he continues, eyes locking onto mine. “Which means she’s still my wife. And you shouldn’t be going around chasing someone’s wife when you’re already engaged. Isn’t that right?” Each word lands like a punch. He steps closer, closing the distance between us. I can feel his breath now. “So stay away from her. Just as she wants. It’s because of you we’ve always had to suffer.” His voice drops lower, more personal. “And now that I remember everything about our past, I won’t ever let you have your way with us again.”

I asked, and he sighed again. “To drive her away… I don’t want to believe we’re still married, so I’ll talk to my lawyer tomorrow. I saw her sign the papers before we separated. I gave her everything she wanted, even our marital home. I don’t know why she came back. I moved far away, yet here she is, ready to ruin my life again! I’m just glad Kairo’s already boarded the ship.” I hugged him and stroked his back. “Hey… Everything’s going to be fine. Your ex-wife won’t succeed with whatever she’s planning. Wait, there aren’t any valuables lying around here, are there?”