Pursuing My Ex-wife In A Blooming Spring の小説・ストーリー

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.

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

I stood at the window with my phone in my hand and looked at the city that had always looked small and controllable from this angle. It looked slightly less so this morning. Somewhere out there, in a location I hadn't found yet, my ex-wife had sent back my wedding ring with a note and was doing something I couldn't see, with someone whose resources I'd underestimated, using forty-nine percent of my company that she may or may not have known she owned. You won't see it coming. I put the phone in my pocket. I would find her before it arrived, whatever it was. I had to.

Her eyes were red, and she cried to the camera. "I'm Flora, Leo's hidden wife, and I've been married to him for three years. He has been neglecting me for three years. I always think I'm not an important role in his life. But once, when I attended a birthday party for the daughter of a partner with him, an accident occurred... Now the partner accused Leo of unfair competition. I agree with him. I don't think he must do that for me. I'm not doing it unfairly. He has always been a cold-blooded and cruel person. I have also found a lawyer to sue him for divorce formally."

Lester tried to rape me because he couldn't stop his attraction to me. I can use that against him. I will make him fall in love with me again. I’ll steal him from the woman who stole him from me. I’ll get my ex-husband back. *Beep!* *Beep!* *Beep!* At that moment, I heard my phone vibrate on the coffee table. I picked it up, the sandwich on my other hand. “Hello?” [The lawsuit has been withdrawn, Miss Camilla. Do you need me to drive you to the clinic?]

"I remember the case now, but what has that got to do with you?" I smiled, " You see, Coraline Baxter now Coraline Warren is my wife and she's about to lose her daughter to her former sister-in-law who filed for custody. She made up a bunch of false claims that don't hold water. You and I both know that under normal circumstances there's no way Blossom can win this case but if she has a little help, let's say from the presiding judge, she just might."