Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn T Easy Novels & Stories

She scoffed as she started to read some rules and regulations attached to the document. “Wife isn't allowed to go out without her husband's consent”. “Wife must satisfy the husband in bed whenever and wherever he needs it”. “You must be fucking joking”. And it kept going and going with more crazy rules. I am not going to sign any of this bullshit. Tell Zephyr that he can go ahead and do his worst. She tried calling Eryx again, but he didn't pick up. “You should save yourself the stress. He can't help you because he is in more distress than you”. Kevin smiled.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

I needed to find her before she disappeared completely. I pulled out my phone and made a call. A man answered. “You said you needed something?” “I need someone found.” “Who?” “Laura. My ex wife.” There was silence “You have a picture?” “I'll send everything.” “Where do you want her brought?” “Wherever I am.” “And if she doesn't want to come?” My jaw tightened. “Then convince her.” I looked through the windshield, my mind already racing through every possible obstacle. “Remove any obstacle.”

"She doesn't use her old phone, sir. No bank card. No taxi app. It's like she's trying to disappear." "She is not trying," I said. "She is succeeding. That is the problem." Mark shifted on his feet. Tim didn't. He looked at me for a long moment, and I knew a question was coming. I could see it forming behind his eyes. "Sir," he said carefully, "may I ask something?" "No." "Sir..." "Tim." "Why exactly are we looking for her?" The room went quiet. Even the clock seemed to stop. "She is your ex-wife," Tim went on. "You signed the divorce papers yourself. So why are we going after her now?"

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

Outside the study, the last of the moving boxes had been cleared away. Clearwater Heights, his old number, and the marriage itself were disappearing from his life one piece at a time. And that night, Chloe began turning up the legal pressure on Mia.

“I approved of the marriage for a reason. Meanwhile, she's no longer your wife. You both are divorced for goodness sake!” “Is she back in the country?” Ivan asked again. “Yes, she was spotted at the airport yesterday and the information was relayed to me immediately.” “Grandfather Easton. Let nothing happen to my wife and daughter. I will never forgive you if anything goes wrong! I swear I won't.” “Are you saying that you will rise against me?” Easton asked. “If anything happens to both of them, I'll never forgive you! I swear on my life!” “Then be prepared to go to hell with them!”

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.

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.

“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.