Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

Right now, those eyes were filled with self-loathing. "I know you're not," she said, but even she could hear the doubt in her voice. "No, you don't." He took a slow, careful step backward, putting more distance between them. "And you shouldn't. Jesus Christ, Maya, I just—" He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "My ex-wife is trying to take my daughter out of state. She's using every dirty trick in the book, twisting everything, and I can't—I couldn't—"

the man’s cheerful voice greets me. “I need you to do a job for me. And just like last time, no one can know. Do you understand?” “Discretion is my trademark,” he boasts. “What or who would you like me to investigate this time?” “As you may have heard, today my ex-wife married her lover…” “You want to know where they went on their honeymoon?” he interrupts with a loud chuckle. “Yes. I want you to find them. Tell me where they are.” “Anything else?”

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

“If not for my funds, Carter’s Wine would be ashes. I still can’t fathom that you siphoned company money to fuel your obsessive search for your ex-wife. You nearly destroyed a legacy our family built over generations, and you act like it’s nothing.” I fell silent, turning back to the mirror, my reflection a stranger—hollow-cheeked, consumed by a fire that hadn’t dimmed in five years. Ella Harper, my wife, had vanished that night in Venice, slipping through my grasp like smoke. I’d chased her ever since, following whispers, chasing leads across cities, pouring every resource into finding her.

So technically, the chair is forever mine and it would be passed to whatever offspring I might decide to have. Seeing her in a pitiful state and using her as my personal punching bag, was satisfying to me. It was my mistake to not have my way with her. The next time I lay my hands on her, I'd make sure to, at least she's my wife. I have a say on her. I reached for my phone and dialed Arico's number. “Yes boss,” he said into the phone, immediately he picked up. “Increase the eyes on the streets, we have to make sure we find my wife this time around. She made an appearance at the house today, she would be living around. Not far.”

It may use my name because of that mafia queen’s obsession, but my heart will always stay with my wife. I massage my head and look at the screen with a problematic expression. I don’t know why, but our problems are becoming more and more severe each day. From being hunted by Zia and those people behind her—that obsess woman who I really wanted to kill right now—and now this—the disappearance of Grandpa—which brought a lot of sadness towards my wife, so I really like to do my best to ease her burden.

Was she looking for me too? The emotions were intense, and I pulled out the photo of Bella from my phone. Gently, I kissed the screen, as if I could feel closer to her somehow. I had hired top-notch private investigators to track down both Bella and Henry, but all they did was take my money without delivering any results. I was getting tired of waiting on other people to find them. Now that I was in Chicago, though, I was determined to do things my way. I would find my wife, no matter what it took.

117. TO GET MY WIFE BACK Matteo did not bother going home tonight. He did not want to go home to an empty apartment. He sat dejectedly in his office with a cup of bourbon in his hand. Ever since Nana revealed the truth about his parent's demise, he had felt something change in him. Something he could not describe. But he knew that he had been filled with a new purpose. It was time to get serious. He had ordered his unit to search for his exes from his college days so he could get to the bottom of Priscilla's motive for coming back into his life.