Pursuing My Ex-wife In A Blooming Spring Mga Nobela at Kwento

my assistant updates me. “I didn’t expect it to be easy,” I reply, exhausted, rubbing my eyes. “Keep looking until someone passes every single security check. I’m not going through another mess like we had with that traitor.” “I’ll let the team know. And lastly... the lawyer hasn’t had any luck with the divorce. The next step is a contested proceeding. It might take months.” “I never imagined that woman would cause me this many problems,” I groan, massaging my temples. “I still don’t get why Oliver won’t leave his wife. The man’s already expecting a child with his mistress. What more does he want?”

But now… Problem was, my ex-wife still wasn’t in the U.S. I had to wait. And I hated waiting. I already knew she won the case. Of course she did. I didn’t even need the update from legal… I was there. Watching from a corner like an idiot. Hiding like a coward. I couldn’t bring myself to step inside that courtroom. Not when she was standing on the other side. It felt like I’d lost either way. Arthur walked beside me as we headed toward them. “We still on track with the platform relaunch next quarter?” he asked.

I could barely hold the phone, my grip so tight my knuckles turned white. The comments were pouring in: “Is she soft-launching someone??” “That arm though. Fallon, ma’am…” “Reid fumbled the bag bad.” “I knew she was too good for him.” “Y’all, look at her. She’s GLOWING.” I hated them for being right. I hated the realization of what all that meant. My wife... ex wife was moving on. They didn't lie when they said she was glowing. And not because of me. I paced the length of the office like a caged animal. Every step sharper than the last.

"They think I raced because Antonio broke my heart, like I needed to prove something to my ex-husband instead of proving something to myself." "Does it matter what they think?" Lucas asked gently. "No," she said, but it stung anyway, the way they'd taken her moment and made it about Antonio, made her achievement about a man who'd thrown her away. She kept scrolling, found more articles that all said variations of the same thing—heartbroken ex-wife seeks validation through dangerous comeback, woman scorned returns to racing after billionaire husband moves on, Jayda Marlowe's cry for help on the racetrack.

I will make him believe I am indeed Bella Portillo and not the woman he married seven years ago. Getting to know that my ex-husband is the CEO, I would have given up on this partnership if only this partnership wasn't one of my dreams. But I know it will take me to places I have been dreaming of. I won't let Richard make me give up on my dreams. This is just business. Nothing more. The ringing sound of my phone jerks me out of my reverie. With Daisy sleeping on my bed, I quickly grab the phone to pick up so she won't wake up from the loud sound.

WYATT If you are wondering what I felt, it was a mixed feeling. I had just heard my wife arrange a meeting with a man in front of me, whom I suspected had a more doctor-patient relationship. Okay. Ruby was my ex-wife, whom I had been trying to win back as my wife. My hands on the steering wheel tightened at the thought that they—Ruby, Austin, and Brian—were spending a pleasant time together, and the probability that I would lose Ruby again!

“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.

like she was fighting herself and losing. And God… so was he. The kiss wasn’t a mistake to him. He knew that. Every sensible part of him was screaming that it should be. Because she is his ex-wife, the woman he’d let slip through his fingers, the one he had no claim on anymore. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. And he wanted more. His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. But he wasn’t going to stop trying and maybe, just maybe if Briella knew everything he’d hidden from her she would….

I was the victim. “Yes, she was his ex-wife. And ever since I married him, she has been after us. After him. After me.” I raised my eyes slightly to the camera. “Now that she is the Princess of Scotland, she has been trying everything possible to scatter my marriage… to scatter my home… and even bring down my husband.” The interviewer’s eyebrows lifted as if she were shocked. Good. That was the reaction I wanted. “If you think I am lying,” I continued, pulling out the printed documents Jackie told me to bring,

"And if Flora still chooses to take this up in court, she’s welcome to try." I just stared at Janet. Seeing her in this professional mood was strange. I couldn't believe Janet could be this professional, this composed. The woman sitting across from me was nothing like the quiet wife I thought I knew. I decided to change the conversation. "When are you coming home?" Janet laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Do ex-wives go back home to their ex-husband's house after divorce?" "Why are you so hell-bent on this divorce?" I asked, frustration building in my voice.