Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn T Easy Mga Nobela at Kwento

But still, with that agonizing hope burning in my chest, I wait. “Any news on my ex-wife’s whereabouts?” I ask the moment I pick up the phone. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t been able to find her. We’ve tracked every possible way out of the country, but there’s no record of her leaving—no train, no road trip, no commercial flights.” “How is it possible that after almost a month, we still don’t have a single lead?” I cry out, raking my hands through my hair in frustration. “Our only theory is that she left on a private jet—or used false documents to cover her tracks.”

“It’s not going to be easy, sir. Your brother tied up every loose end. If we take this to court, we’re going to lose. Worse you could be forced to compensate your ex-wife for disturbing her peace. Legally, she isn’t your wife anymore.” “She’s my wife!” I bark, fury crackling down the line. “Don’t you dare say otherwise! She is mine! Mine alone. Not you, not a fucking court, and not my brother will tell me otherwise.” My voice thunders. “Get the papers ready. She doesn’t get to erase me. She doesn’t get to shut me out. Never.”

He won without a fight but I am going to charge for custody again and this time, I am prepared. A heavy sigh left her mouth, originating from the bottom of her heart. The heaviness was weighing her down. "The past two years of my life have been years of self redemption and image building. I have literally never worked so hard before in my life. "All I wanted was to acclaim so many properties in my name and capital as well. Just about enough to get my son back. Lately, my ex husband seems to be losing funds and assets, his new wife is ruining him.

"Every associate, every business deal, every bank account. And I want you to dig into his wife's life. Evelyn. I want to know everything about her. Her family, her friends, her every move. Find his weakness. I'll make him bleed." Meanwhile, Evelyn was slowly, painstakingly recovering. Her strength was returning, her leg was healing, and the nightmares were less frequent. But with her physical recovery came a renewed sense of purpose, a yearning to reclaim the life she had left behind. Her first thoughts went to the company, her own business, a legacy now in limbo. She was worried about the team she had left behind, the clients she had abandoned.

She didn’t deserve it. “I don’t care whoever that is in her life right now, I’m sure getting my wife back no matter what it takes” I whispered to myself with a quiet sort of determination.

"If I want something, I’ll get it—by hook or by crook." Stephen, his mind racing, began searching for Alena. He checked every corner of the mansion, but she was nowhere to be found. Just as he was about to give up, he crossed paths with Lucas, who was frantically searching for his wife. "What did you do to Alena? Where is my wife?" Lucas demanded, his voice filled with fury. Stephen smirked, his tone ice-cold. "How should I know where your wife is? Stay in your limits, Lucas. Don’t forget, I’m investing in your business. If you can’t keep track of your wife, that’s not my problem."

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….

Maybe she was just tired of being a ghost in her own marriage. She turned to face him, fully. Gathered the shreds of herself into something that resembled courage. may be worthless in your eyes,she said. Each word scraped her throat raw. “But can’t you show me some love? Even for a minute, I would be glad. Even a lunatic is shown some love. Am I more worthless than a lunatic? Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. I know it’s just three months left. But can you at least regard me as your wife once? Just once.

Telling you would have felt like trapping you.” She stared at him. “So you let me walk around thinking I was divorced?” “I let you walk away without feeling chased.” That made her angrier. “That was not your decision to make.” “I know.” He said it so easily it disarmed her. “I was selfish. I didn’t want to let go, but I didn’t want to force you to stay.” She folded her arms tightly. “You don’t get credit for silent gestures that affected my entire life.” He nodded. “You’re right.” She blinked. His lack of defensiveness made this harder. “Do you understand what this means?” she asked. “Legally?” “Emotionally.” He held her gaze. “Yes.” The word was steady. “It means you never stopped being my

My ex left when the doctor said I had a scar tissue or something like that. And it would be very difficult for me to every carry a child. Although, she had said difficult, she didn’t say impossible. My ex couldn’t deal with ‘difficult’, he left. That was when I met William. I knew he was married and I didn’t care. In fact, I loved every love and attention he showered me, how he abandoned his wife to come to me.