Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy Novels & Stories

A bagger? I don’t need her favor. I leap to my feet and turn to leave. She holds my wrist. "Molly, please don’t be angry. Listen to me." I don’t want to spend a second here. I try to pull my hand back, and she tightens her grip. She is surprisingly strong. I scowl at her in disbelief. "Stay here for a while. Talk to Lance." When I see her pleading, my rage grows even stronger. Lance is my husband, and I can talk to him whenever I want. I do not require her as an intermediary to communicate with my husband.

Because just the thought of catching a glimpse of her, watching her move through her day, brushing her daughter’s hair or holding her son’s hand, it brought something back to life in me. Something dangerous. Something hopeful. But then, the update that landed yesterday stopped me cold. Her “husband,” the man she had supposedly moved on with, doesn’t even live in the same city. Not just a different house. A different zip code entirely. And that fact, it pulled at something inside me. What kind of marriage is that? What sort of life was she building? Was it real, or just a facade to keep me away? The thought made me sit upright for hours last night, staring at my ceiling with a storm churning

I muttered seriously. “I know —” he voiced. “You think I'm having sleepless nights for no reason? I'm more anxious than the substitute herself right now.” “She's not my substitute,” I growled. “Noted, Ex-substitute,” he corrected. I inhaled sharply, “Keep me updated.” “I know we are enemies more than friends, but relax… the whole world is searching for her right now,” Greg whispered. “Right, the whole world is searching for my wife. I should find her before that crazy psychopath does something terrible to her,” I assured myself.

“I don’t know. I really don’t have an option, do I? Either I get married or risk losing my position. I’ve put in a lot of hard work for this company. I can’t lose it.” My grip tightens on the glass as I feel my heart constrict at the thought of losing all I’ve worked hard for. “You’re right, you have no choice, so the question is, where are you going to find yourself a wife on such a short notice?” Fuck, this isn’t how I thought things would turn out. I'd hoped that I'd never see her again. Technically, she is my ex-wife, but she was a wife none the less. She’ll play the part because I have something that she’ll be interested in.

"Cara is right. My mate is missing and you stay here looking for culprits for your frustration? They are right! You didn't deserve to know anything! She could be ours from the beginning! And right now she is somewhere, while we are not doing anything for her. ” “This is not over!” I say looking at Cara and then to my father and I go straight to my car and run away from here. “Let’s go, Stark! I need to find my wife. ” I tell him trying to calm me down. "Ex-wife!" he said and closed the link between us. "You're just a shitty wolf!" I say and he opens the link and I expect some apologies but he said again: “EX-WIFE!” He gets me crazy! I drive straight to my office and opening my laptop I start

“Don’t let me see you get this close to another man again. Otherwise, you know what I’ll do.” He leaned closer to her, and his low voice rang beside her ear. “And don’t let me know if anything happens between you and them.” She bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood, and she could barely keep herself calm. She looked at him and said, “You already have a wife and a son, but now you are making such a request to your ex-wife, who was once pregnant with your child but was forced to jump from the penthouse and had a miscarriage. Don’t you think you are too despicable?”

To him, I must be worthless now. “I should be asking you that. What’s your agenda, Austin? I came here to meet my ex wife. Why are you acting like a thorn? It can’t be that you’ve fallen in love with her, is it? That couldn’t be why you’re so frustrated over my sudden appearance is it?” As I cut him off, I didn’t know when a scoff burst out of my mouth, my icy tone matching his.

Theo smiled softly, unknowingly falling for his ex wife, a little bit every time they met. "Ofcourse" he agreed. Neither of them know that things are not as clean and easy as they seem to be. Everything is going to get messy.

“Nothing yet. We’ve been chasing leads, but Evans… he’s slippery.” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Slippery?” My voice rose despite myself. “This isn’t some pickpocket you’re chasing. This is a man who should never have walked free again. He’s dangerous. Every day you don’t catch him, my wife is in danger. Do you understand that?” “Sir, we—” “Find him,” I snapped, my knuckles white around the phone. “I don’t care how. Just do it.”

I try to hold back tears but fail miserably. "Fine, I'll leave!" I declare, storming off. As I walk away, my heart aches at the thought of our marriage falling apart. What if we just... I shake my head, feeling a knot in my stomach as the word "divorce" pops into my mind. What should I do?