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

I sent it all to Ethan, the talent agent I knew, asking him to shop it around quietly. Then I started packing. Just the essentials. Enough for each season. A clean break. Jenna pulled up out front just as I zipped my bag. I took one last look at the villa, the sun glowing on the windows. My eyes were swollen but dry. Jenna reached for my hand. “Looking back at your ex is like driving with the rearview mirror taped to your face. Guaranteed crash.” I gave her a faint smile. “You’re right. Forward it is.”

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?”

she rolled her eyes. "You don't understand, but I want his attention, I crave it so much" "And whoever was the woman who hurt him" she applied eye liner. "Well his ex wife" "She got married to someone else, didn't she? " Well yess, but he's still down, like very down for her " " I just want him to crave me, that's all" Marsh sighed. "Are you going back anytime soon? "To Oakland?... " Yeah" she replied. " Well, soon"

Ayla hummed quietly as she stepped out of the car, holding a few shopping bags in her hands. The sun was going down, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. It should have been a perfect day. She had spent hours picking out last-minute things for her wedding, perfume, jewelry, and a silk robe for the morning. Tomorrow, she was supposed to marry the man she loved. Her heart felt full just thinking about Ethan. She couldn’t wait to see him standing at the altar, waiting for her with that gentle smile he always gave her.

Tomorrow was her mother’s three-year death anniversary, and Julian had chosen that exact day to take her to court. He’d probably forgotten about it altogether. She didn’t even know what words could describe what she was feeling anymore. Keith walked out of the kitchen just as she was finishing the call. He strode over, his sharp gaze fixed on her. "Your ex-husband is suing you? And he picked your mother’s death anniversary to do it?" Autumn stared at the darkened phone screen and nodded weakly. "Yeah… sorry you had to see this." She could barely stay on her feet.

We eveen fight sometimes but we make sure never take oiur past between our fight. Spring was the season of new possibilities and new beginnings. A lot of things happened in the season of Spring. I had back my family, I was getting married, my comapy was a growing success (more on that later) and life couldn't get any better than it already was. The life I thought I could never have was actually becoming a very real possibility for me. I wanted this life just as much as Trisha did, and I'll fight anyone who tried to come along and take it away from me.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

Martin glanced at me, his expression neutral, but I could tell he knew this wasn’t just about business anymore. I started pacing, unable to sit still. “Are you seeing this? Wesley’s not just stealing my market—he’s stealing Sarah too!” “Calm down, Richard—” Martin started. “They’ve been working together?” I muttered under my breath, trying to process it. How long had this been going on? Wesley was stealing my market share, and now it looked like he’d stolen my ex-wife, too. “Richard…,” Martin started cautiously, but I was already pacing, trying to keep my cool. “Calm down. You don’t even know—”

I stepped into the house and slammed the door shut, throwing my bag across from me that it even hit a vase and sent it crashing onto the ground. I ignored the surprised look on his face and started venting. “I get that you're a big shot and probably don't care about things this hopeless but for goodness sake, help me out here! I'm pregnant and my marriage is at the verge of falling apart. Please come with me to Jarrod and convince him this photo is a fake, please I'm begging you! My husband is not as smart as you to figure out a bulls*it photo like this so-” Before I could finish speaking, he interupted me shakily. “-Y-you're pregnant?”

"See? This is us. Our wedding day. Look at the photo!" Alena hesitated, her eyes darting to the picture. For a fleeting moment, her expression softened. Then she pointed at the photo and said, "Your wife has black hair. Look at me. I’m blonde. I understand you’re grieving, but I am not her." She turned her gaze back to him, now filled with pity. "Please let me go." Stephen refused to let go. His grip on her hand tightened. "No! You’re my wife, Alina! I know you’re angry at me, but please don’t do this. Don’t take Rose away from me."