Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn T Easy Novels & Stories

"But the investors from—" "Handle it," I cut him off, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly as if that would make it arrive faster. The drive to Harvest & Hearth was a blur of red lights I barely stopped for and horns blaring at my reckless lane changes. All I could think about was Serena—my wife, divorce papers be damned—sitting there with another man, probably telling him all about our failed marriage, and the ex-husband who couldn't give her what she needed—emotionally, of course.

Without batting an eye, no tears still dripping, I jumped into my car and drove off. A few minutes later, I arrived at Mrs. Ivy’s office. She knew me since I was little and of course, it didn’t take much time for me to feel comfortable around her. She had been a very nice person. “Hazel, you don’t look happy. What’s wrong?” She muttered, her voice soft. “I want to divorce my husband Mrs Ivy. Please help me out.” I said and her two brows raised. “You’re married to the most amazing, successful, and most handsome businessman in California. Why do you want to leave him?” She muttered and I scoffed.

I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's cancer treatments. I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone. I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal, masked as a wife. I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even know who he was fucking in the dark. The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing. I reached for my phone on the

Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.” I nodded. “How is she doing?” Alexa smiled, “Better. She divorced her husband who's been living with her for six years recently.” I laughed, “That does sound like Kelly. But what about that her lawyer friend? Didn't he stand a chance?” Alexa sighed, “When she forty, he did. He was her sixth ex-husband.” “Wow.” Alexa nodded, “I checked her fate, she's doomed to fail in all her marriages. Apparently, she's paying for her past life sin.”

She was made to be mine as I was made to be hers. “I need you to find my wife, she left yesterday, and I don’t know where she is, her family and friends are not telling me anything, and I know she is not with any of them”, I blurt out. Darcy hears everything. “Mr Hardy, I usually find missing people who have put a lot of effort into disappearing or covering their secret lives. This just sounds like a husband and wife spat”, she says, and I close my hand into a fist and punch the wall.

"The day I started this marriage, I thought I would control my emotions, but from the moment I read that article and saw those pictures, I couldn't concentrate on anything. Heart I'm very uncomfortable and sore. Even I constantly look at my phone screen, I wait for people's messages, calls. It's ridiculous...." "When the heart is fluttered, how can you escape those feelings. Let alone your husband, he is so perfect that many women aspire to have it. But Jennifer, or you just keep going. should have a frank talk with him, to see what those pictures are like. Jennifer shook her head and sighed. "You don't understand. This relationship is too complicated…" "Jennifer, look me in the eye, listen

"For those who are interested in having excellent, stable marriages that are founded on mutual agreement and common values." I glanced up, completely dumbfounded. "I was posted on a site that helps people find dates? For arrangements that are only convenient?" She appeared to be trying very hard not to laugh at my terror by biting her lip, which gave me the appearance that she was doing. "According to your profile, you are unable to gain custody of your daughter since your ex-partner is standing in the way, and you stated that you were searching for a wife to bolster your case and assist you in raising your daughter. Could you please tell me how much of that statement is accurate?"

"I am no longer willing to be here. Jack has found me an apartment, and I am moving in." I am jealous after learning that Jack has arranged an apartment for her. My jealousy soon turns into resentment. I clutch her arm and pull her in closer. She is close to me, close enough to smell her jasmine scent, which reminds me of how intimate we were last night. I cannot let her leave me and stay at someone else’s house. I don’t want Jack to get close to her. I fear that she will start dating him and… No… "You are not going anywhere," I hiss. "You are… still my wife. It will send a bad message to society that the Stevens family’s daughter-in-law is staying in a rented house away from her husband."

Instead, he seemed somewhat resigned and disheartened. "But unfortunately, I've failed twice when I confessed my feelings to her. She even considered resigning and leaving me. I didn't intend to make these private matters public, but I was afraid that my voice wouldn't reach her, and her attitude remained unchanged. "So today, I'd like to use this opportunity to have all of you as witnesses." "Go for it, Mr. Johnson!" "Don't be discouraged, Albert! Pursuing your wife isn't supposed to be easy!" "That's right, you can't just marry your wife easily. Keep going!"

She had been pushed to the edge, yet she stood tall, ready to face the world on her own terms. Alone in her struggle, Stacy found solace in the thought of rebuilding her life. She would prove that her worth extended far beyond the confines of a failed marriage. With each passing moment, she became resolute in her determination to rediscover her strength and embrace the woman she had always been, independent and capable.