Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex-wife In A Blooming Spring

“But you're not at a disadvantage, anyway. Anna is back, everyone is rumoring that you and Anna are rekindling your old relationship, I think you're just in time to divorce Sally.” His words made me freeze. Divorce Sally, now why on earth would I do that? Because of Anna? There’s people out there that believe that Anna and I are dating? That our relationship is romantic? Its sounds unbelievable to me. And Sally, she should have heard a lot of such rumors during this period of time. Yet she never brought any of them to my attention. She never complained to me. “Derek?” Carlos called. His voice made me realize I was still on the phone. I quickly pulled myself back together.

, The driver replied and turned his attention back to the road and drove to Liana's house. Betina choked on Edward's words, things were definitely not going the way she planned. Shouldn't they go for a romantic lunch? Why should they make that slut, Liana, a visit‽ Besides, based on Edward's exchange with his assistant, it seemed that Edward had previous contact with that ex-wife of his, or else how would he know where she lived?The thought that the two of them had something going on behind her back riled Betina's nerves. She was confident that the current Liana was no longer a worthy competition, but she still felt threatened, since Liana decided to withdraw from the competition, why didn't

117. TO GET MY WIFE BACK Matteo did not bother going home tonight. He did not want to go home to an empty apartment. He sat dejectedly in his office with a cup of bourbon in his hand. Ever since Nana revealed the truth about his parent's demise, he had felt something change in him. Something he could not describe. But he knew that he had been filled with a new purpose. It was time to get serious. He had ordered his unit to search for his exes from his college days so he could get to the bottom of Priscilla's motive for coming back into his life.

After walking away from Rigel, Sierra ran towards the poolside, where it was less crowded. She couldn't take it anymore. The amount of heartbreak and pain she had been experiencing in the last two years were insane. This was not what she expected to happen after she married the man of her dreams. How could he treat her like that?

"If you're afraid the divorce might affect ties between our families, we can get it done discreetly and announce it later. That will give you enough time to handle any troubles." "How considerate," he remarked sarcastically. "I'm already being considerate, so can you at least show some appreciation?" she retorted. "Who knows what tricks you are planning behind my back again?" he said. She paced up and down, trying to figure out how to convince him. Frustrated, she walked down the flight of stairs. Just as she was about to speak up, her eyes widened in disbelief. A person had fallen off a wheelchair, lying next to a small puddle of blood.

"You want to spy on your ex-wife?" "She's still legally my wife until the divorce finalizes". "And whose fault is that?"Jade snapped. "You kept delaying the paperwork". I turned around slowly. "Because I was busy". "Bullshit". She stood up abruptly. "You just liked having her available whenever you wanted". "That's not true". Why are you obsessed with tracking her now?" "I'm not obsessed". "You are". Her voice rose sharply. "You're acting as if she dumped you instead!. Something dark flickered through me instantly. "Watch your tone".

I pushed open the heavy glass door, the golden script of “Bliss & Bloom Spa” catching the light above me. It had been three months since I’d last been here—three months of court dates, late-night arguments over text, and the hollow ache of signing divorce papers. My ex-husband had started calling again, leaving voicemails about how he missed me, how we could try again. I knew better. He missed the life I’d built without him, the promotions, the money. I was done caring.

"We wasted three years being apart from each other. You have returned now. Don’t give up on it. Three months… I'm hoping you can commit to this relationship for three months. If you feel you don’t want to continue this marriage after this time frame, I will divorce you. But give it a try." --------------------------------- At the office… I am sitting at my desk, spinning the pen over my fingers. The script is in front of my eyes, but I am not reading a single word. My mind keeps replaying Lance’s words. I have no idea why he made such arrangements. His hopeful expression revealed how serious he was. I couldn’t turn him down. I wanted to give it a shot. Ring-Ting-Ting… The ringtone on my phon

She just stared at me, her eyes searching my face, as if trying to read something. “So what if you don’t find the person who did this?” she asked quietly. “What happens to me?” I scoffed under my breath and walked toward the car. “I will find him. And besides, your lawyer is good. Very good at that.” She followed me, slower now. “Your ex-wife owes me an apology,” she said suddenly. “Take a look at my face.” She turned her head slightly, touching the swollen area again. “They tortured me a bit before my lawyer arrived. They didn’t even care that I’m pregnant, Leo. They stressed your son. Your heir apparent.”

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean