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

“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!”

I snapped at him, my chest heaving up and down, yet Liam decided to act confused. Like he didn't understand my words. "What are you talking about?" "You should ask yourself that question," I hissed and walked out of the room. I collapsed on the bed, my body shaking vehemently. He will always be the same, and I am the fool. I should just get on with this divorce once and for all, to keep my sanity in check. I can't lose myself because of a man. Liam is trying to deny it. He really is going to do anything within his power. Why do I always end up fighting a losing game?

The crazy ex-wife crashing the wedding covered in blood. "You're having a wedding," I said, still walking toward the altar. "Days after our divorce. In the garden I planted. Wearing flowers I grew." "Ivy, you need medical attention," Alexander said, reaching for me. "Let me help you." "Help me?" The rage that had been building since I woke up in that luxury prison finally exploded out of me. "You want to help me now? After you threw me away like garbage? After you let your family destroy me? After you stole my son and turned him against me?"

He wished he could slap himself for the pain he had caused her. "He and I are divorced, but my ex-husband is a very stubborn and extreme person. Once he sets his mind on something, he won't let go. If he finds out I'm alive, he will definitely imprison me and Ayla." Tabitha used the word "imprison" bluntly.

He says as he looks deep into her eyes without hesitation. "Wait, you said you got married. I don't see a wedding ring. What happened?" "Well, I don't see a ring on your finger either. What happened there?” He sighs and then continues, “My ex-wife divorced me 10 years ago. She told the court that she didn't know who I was anymore. She couldn't stand me, so she took my kids and I barely ever got to see them till they were old enough to come visit me themselves."

Eira shook her head and said, “I’ve seen my fair share of strange women. But it’s my first time seeing someone as weird as your ex-wife.” Her behavior troubled me too. I did not expect the aloof Heather to be this persistent. Even my parents told me that she had changed. Fortunately, there were only a few days left of the cooling-off period. Once our divorce was finalized, I believed that Heather would no longer show up. After work, she stopped me just as I stepped out of the office. “Will.” I frowned in response. I did not know why she kept pestering me! She was just about to walk up to me when someone suddenly charged at her.

"You doing okay?" "Ask me in three weeks when the divorce is final." "Three weeks. That's nothing. You can survive three weeks." "Can I? Because it feels like a lifetime. Like he's going to keep showing up. Keep threatening. Keep finding ways to make me afraid." "Then don't be afraid. I know that's easier said than done. But don't give him that power." She pauses. "My ex used to do the same thing. Show up at my work. My gym. Anywhere I felt safe. He wanted me scared. Wanted me isolated. You know what stopped him?"

I pointed at him, my eyes narrowing in irritation. “Okay, I’m just saying, I think you should concentrate on your marriage instead of chasing your ex wife. Before you become a two-times divorced and have to pay child support and split your properties, it won’t end well for you.” he spat the words out, his voice dripping with venom. “You leave Rachel alone!” I yelled as I took a step closer to him. “Why would I?” he asked me as he stared me right into the eyes, refusing to back down. “Because she isn’t meant to be with trash like you.” I shot back.

“Check your social. Even after your divorce, they haven't forgotten to stab you in the back. They're saying you stole something and you have to return it by tomorrow. You can either do it or they'll report you to the police, and it'll be your fault if they do. The internet is blowing up!” Wait, what the hell is she saying. I snatch the iPad from her, my heart racing. I can see that #Xander XX's ex-wife was indeed trending. Oh. My. God. How can that even be? And worst of all, his company's official statement accused me of stealing valuable jewelry after the divorce.