Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy Novels & Stories

I was freaking out, my pregnant wife has been kidnapped and there's nothing I could fucking do, I had reached out to my parents but they turned their back on me, insisting I go make things right with dahlia and forget about Melissa. My mother made sure to point out the fact that she had gone behind my back to see her ex husband and in her words “who she still had feelings for” when she was taken. But I couldn't, I just couldn't, heaven knows how long I had waited to have her as mine just to lose her this way, never. We hadn't spent enough time together and I intend to get her back no matter the cost. I drove down the streets that led to Melissa's office, parking in the spot that had her name

“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.”

I've been riddled with worry and thoughts of getting back to him, wondering what that was going to be like. Would he be sympathetic? He's never been before, but maybe he'd remember that I am his wife and act accordingly. I'm sure my public had to have noticed my absence and were keeping an eye on him for me. They would never let him go anywhere near his ex, I'm sure, as some of them have taken it upon themselves in the last couple of years to hound her every step for me, letting me know where, who, and what she was up to at any given moment.

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.

I just have to find the right hook. "Killian," I call his name, snapping his attention to me. He meets my eyes with an angry expression. "Look, I'm not the villain you must be thinking I am. I'm merely a woman who wishes to have her family reunited. I don't know how much you know about it, but your ex-wife has got her claws deeply inserted in my husband. She doesn't intend to let go unless we do something about it." "Rose," he says her name in a strained way. His eyes soften. They seem far away for a moment.

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.

It was nice to lose myself in spreadsheets and plans rather than thinking over Nathan and Camille. Speaking of which, the divorce proceedings were moving along at a glacial pace thanks to Nathan dragging his feet at every chance. My lawyer Lena was doing her best to light a fire under him, but it was an endless game of legal back and forth. At least I no longer had to see Nathan face to face - that I could happily do without. One sunny afternoon I found myself walking across the NexGen campus to inspect the expo site setup. I became so caught up in checking things off my to-do list that I didn't notice the man approaching until I nearly collided with him.