Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"So, Nancy, don't take this the wrong way, but wouldn't this be easier if you found someone besides me?" I didn't want to quash the idea -- I liked it -- but I wanted to make her think, or tell me she already had tried. She looked at me seriously and said, "I've tried. Problem is my ex badmouthed me around, so I can't get anyone interested in anything beyond one-nighters, or blowjobs. I kinda did that to myself, but I've tried. And having two teenage girls is another big obstacle there. Would it be easier? Sure. But it's unlikely."

"If she was really pregnant, why didn't she tell you?" I laughed bitterly. "She tried." I grabbed my car keys and headed for the front door. Lucy hurried after me and caught my arm. "Where are you going?" she asked. "To find my wife." The words came out before I even realized what I had said. Lucy's face changed immediately. "She's not your wife anymore," she snapped. "She signed the divorce papers." I pulled my arm away. "She signed them because I gave her no choice." I rushed outside and got into my car. As soon as the engine started, I drove out of the gate. I called Emily again and again, but every call went unanswered. By the time I reached the small apartment she used to live in before

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

After a long talk I told her exactly what I wanted, a loophole to hit James mildly but still making him feel it regardless. It was the perfect description but she didn't see it that way, as a matter of fact she had issues with it as well. Her gaze flicked to the left and right to check if anyone was around so did mine as I looked out of the glass wall not with interest but with deep concern. "Is it that hard to get to him?" I asked. "I don't think there is any without dragging his marriage with you, we can't sue him for his properties now." Suddenly, I knew. What she was trying to say and it was the absolute truth, I had lived with this man and didn't think he was into anything shady.

"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."

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.

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.”

I then called my private investigator to come to my office for any updates. But, it was all a failure. “Why is it so f*cking hard to find my ex-wife? She is just a poor nurse with no known family or have many friends. Maybe no friends. How far can she go without money and connection?” I shouted at my private investigator who was standing infront of me looking like a fool. “You are fired!” I threw a stack of cash to pay for the remaining of his service to his face and push him out from my office. When he stumbled, I continued to kick him out. It had made my petite and fragile looking assistant Flora frightened.

“No one will take my child away from me and didn't I just tell you that your son just married me? He married me out of my own will. Do you think I want to be here? Do you think I love your son so much that I forget what he did to me?” “I have no idea why he suddenly wants me back, or maybe he realized his mistakes. But I don't even Care. If you love your son, then you will do everything possible to make sure the marriage doesn't work. As she spoke, she took slow steps towards the old woman. “I never asked for any of this. So if you can actually help me get out of this marriage I will be the happiest person in the world and at the same time you will be helping your son”. She put her hands tog

"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.