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

It had made my petite and fragile looking assistant Flora frightened. “Flora! Get me another private investigator. If you fail to find me a good one, you are fired too” I slammed the door to my office shut and punched a wall with my fist. It has been few months since I last saw my ex-wife, Julia. “Is that even her real name? How can I not find that naïve and stupid ex-wife of mine? Is she dead? I’m Vincent Verdi. I will find you, Julia!”

How dare she! “You are not going anywhere until you tell me how long you have been fooling me, Chase. Didn’t our marriage mean anything to you before you could make any drastic decisions about it? Let’s go home, baby. It is our marriage anniversary today. Your ex is just a craving that will pass. I will not be mad at you, I just want us to work on us,” Her tears streamed down to her cheeks.

He didn't dare meet my gaze, his eyes lowering slowly as he muttered, "It's only temporary. I can't just leave her alone." Her. He didn’t say a name, but I knew exactly who he meant. The first love who had abandoned him. "Sharon isn’t doing well right now. Her marriage is falling apart, but her husband refuses to divorce her. They're going through a court battle, and she's living alone. We had a past... We were together once. Now she's in trouble, and I'm the only one who can help her." I stayed silent for a moment before asking, "So, she wants you to be her defense lawyer for the divorce?"

“Don’t you like roses? You planted them in our home remember” Avery pulled her brow and chuckled. Our home? Since when did Abel consider his home hers? Last, she remembered it belonged to Riana. Avery didn’t want to concern herself with such a petty thought, so she said. “Of course, I remember how you and Riana were choking the hell out of my life, just like the thorn was choking the beautiful rose to death” Abel’s heart sank. He stared at the flower in his hands and thought he knew nothing about his ex-wife. Here he was, thinking that Avery would appreciate his efforts in getting her favorite flowers, not knowing that he was bringing back bad memories.

Like holding a glass bird in her palms. Three months. That was all she had left of this marriage. In three months, she would file for divorce. She wouldn’t ruin his happiness with Jasmine. She wouldn’t be the bitter ex-wife who tried to trap him with a baby. She wouldn’t do that to her child either to bring them into a war zone of hate and resentment. I willkeep this a secret. From him. From everyone. The baby didn’t kick. Not yet. But she swore she felt something a quiet, steady presence answering her silent promise. A tiny heartbeat that belonged only to her.

The sleepy vulnerability instantly vanished, replaced by the sharp, focused energy of the formidable courtroom lawyer I had met at the bar a few weeks ago. "Of course we can. That's exactly why I waited," she said, her tone businesslike. "Daisy came and filled me in over a cup of tea, so I know the basics. Also, just as a heads-up, your ex-wife has officially declared war on me. And I absolutely cannot promise not to slap the smug smirk right off of her ugly mug if she dares to call me a 'slut' one more time." She was definitely fully awake now.

The More I thought about the fact that my Ex husband was with another woman the more the whole situation made me crazier. I shouldn't crave sex with him so much right? yet in a way I found myself craving each and every bit of him. I still wanted his hands, I wanted every part of him everywhere. Still it was obvious that I couldn't get myself distracted at this moment. Not with the fact that I couldn't wait to carry out my revenge. I ran through my plans for the day, if I really wanted to get my revenge on my ex husband I had to start working at it as fast as possible.

However, before he drove away, as if he found my heart unwounded enough he uttered words that would forever haunt my dreams, "My lawyer will bring the divorce paper for you!" No, he cannot leave me! I panicked. Fear attacked my chest. "No! Martin! Tell me what you do not want about me- I will change it for you! I-I am just being jealous. I-I will not believe those gossiping people again. I understand they are just creating rumors! Just please do not leave me! I will not pester her anymore! I do not want to divorce you! Don’t leave, hear me out!" I screamed as I run with my bare foot slamming on the ground just to chase after him. However, I only saw his car pulling further and further away f

That sickly sweet smile, those bland eyes, the negotiation skills that had me rooted in place. Dahlia. She would’ve been easy to defeat if I hadn’t wanted to watch her in action, if I hadn’t been so damn curious about how far she’s come, how she operates. I was turned on, completely fucking captivated. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was realizing that the woman I’d been watching was my ex-wife. The woman who vanished five years ago without a trace. I’ve scoured the country looking for her, and all this time, she was right here, slipping in and out of business meetings, flaunting that now-luscious ass in tight pants. I stand again, pacing, trying to make sense of it all.