Pursuing My Ex-wife In A Blooming Spring Novels & Stories

he finally stopped walking. “Oops, you found out your ex-wife is a stunning designer and now you want her back? How interesting!” I laughed in mock. “Reina, I….” “If you want me to be the designer for Triple A, sign the bloody divorce paper,” I interrupted smoothly. Since he wants me badly, I will make sure I am out of his bloody reach.

“They said I should come back for the result, ma'am. But I really hope the results will come out positive. My future husband and I have been trying for a while now.” “Awww, that's so sweet. I'm sure it will be positive. But why didn't your husband come with you?” “He will come next time and I'll surely introduce him to you. I'll drag him here if I have to.” She emphasised, before she turned her eyes to spot Paige and Cedric. Both looking like they have been caught up in some horror movie or apocalypse. Marlynn was exhilarating. “Awww, why are you both looking like that?” She jabbed, “Aren't you guys happy for me?”

BLAKE POV "She's gone," Lorenzo said. "And now we have a problem." I looked up from the desk. "Keep quiet Lorenzo." "I've been quiet." He put the papers in front of me. "Blake. The clause activates today. The moment she walked out of this building it activated.” "Say it again," I said. "The clause requires ongoing marriage with the same spouse." He didn't look at the papers. He has waited for this. "Or remarriage within sixty days. Plus conception within the first year of that remarriage."

I said and ended the call. We arrived at Olivia's apartment after a few minutes' drive, and Chantel brought the bag to me. From there we went to the company and went upstairs to my apartment and I realized it was locked. I went down to my office for the spare key and returned to the apartment. I grabbed a few things and picked up my medicine box. I put them into a bag. I quickly changed into an all-black suit. I couldn't find my phone so I decided to buy a new one later. If I wanted to win my wife back, I needed to spend more time with her. I know it wasn't going to be easy. If she gains her memory, I know it will be over. But before that, I need to do something to awaken that love she once

Their lips were locked, and his hand was on her chest. Who sent this? Why did they send it to me? I dialed the number, but it went straight to voicemail. The second attempt didn’t even connect. I stared at the images again, confused and hopeful. This could be what I needed to free myself from that cursed marriage. Once I got my salary, I’d hire a lawyer and submit the images as evidence. After saving and backing up the images, I resumed cooking. Floral would tell me I didn’t need to do that since she could order in, but it was the least I could do. Being a housewife was so ingrained in me that I couldn’t sit still for too long without doing anything.

The two of them were engrossed in a lively conversation. With every smile and frown, they exuded grace and charm. It could only be Melody. Everyone else in the surroundings seemed to lose their luster, while she was shining brightly. Ethan suddenly felt that his trip to the amusement park was not in vain. He raised his phone, focused on her in the distance, zoomed in, and pressed the shutter button. The picture and the location were quickly sent to Christopher, along with a message: "Met your ex-wife. Do you want to come?"

‘It might not be a smart move but we can also use this video to our advantage if it is true that Midas St Clair is her ex,' the lawyer said and we turned to him. ‘What do you mean Barrister?’ Mum asked. ‘We will simply say that the fact that when you realized that your wife's ex was back in town and he was far richer than you, it pushed you over the edge and you stepped outside your marriage because she was no longer giving you attention,’ the lawyer said shrugging. ‘And you think it is a good idea to throw St Clair under the bus because I want to redeem myself?’ I asked incredulously. ‘It was just a suggestion,’ the lawyer said.

That I saw my ex-wife with a man some weeks ago, and I ran into her again, and she is likely married to the man and they have kids, and no matter how I try not to think about it, I fucking can't "I'm sorry!" I growled, raking my hand through my hair. "Stay away from me, and go get your shit together!" Cherry snapped and walked into the washroom, banging the door shut I dragged my fingers through my hair, blowing out a deep breath. A Sharp buzz of a phone shifted my attention, and before I could take a step towards it, the washroom door burst open again. Cherry limped back to the bed, grabbed her phone, and quickly silenced the call

"I’m in the middle of a custody battle. My husband's lawyers are digging through my trash looking for any excuse to brand me an unfit mother. You knew exactly what you were doing with those flowers. You’re a loose cannon, Julian, and I don’t have the energy for your brand of chaos." I stand up, dropping the playful act. "I was trying to show you that there are other options besides Chase Warren. He's a sinking ship." "And you're a minefield," she shoots back. "Blowing up my life is supposed to be a better offer? Thanks. I'll pass." She walks to the front door and yanks it open. "Leave," she says flatly. "And don’t contact me for a while. I mean it." I pause on the threshold.

I’m doomed! I showered and dressed, then descended the stairwell to find Mary setting the table for breakfast. I took a seat to have breakfast. Camille and Liam were absent from the breakfast table. Then I noticed my ex-wife making her way down the stairs. Why is this woman still in this place? What didn’t she get right this time? I’m not marrying her, NEVER, not in this life ever again, not even the next life, and 7 more lives to come. When I’m frustrated, she’s the only person I can fuck. With Camille’s threats, I don’t think that will happen again. Let her stay, though. Then I noticed my wife and son descending the stairwell.