Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn T Easy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

"Hmm, still have that power over her," I heard Peter saying and I could tell from his voice he was smiling at the other end of the call. "Well, we love each other," I said. "Something happened last night and I have reported it to the police. The outcome of the police investigation would determine the fate of my marriage. I know Mr Smith would temper with the results somehow to make my wife divorce me. I need your help. With my current identity it is difficult to call on my men without having to disclose who I am," I informed him.

Regardless of how much Fabe hate him and his family, Bryce wants to fix his relationship with her. He thought that he wasted their marriage believing all the lies about her. Now that the divorce was final, it would be impossible to win her back. "Sir, I cannot find any information about your ex-wife. I've searched everywhere and followed her just as you instructed, but nothing new," the private investigator reported back to Bryce. After the bar incident, she had her followed and investigated. Turns out it's another dead end.

"What else should I do?" "We don't even have any evidence. We can't just accuse him wrongly. Why can't you just ask one of our men to find out who is behind this? You need to find out because you know you still have a pending case of assault at the police station. You hit your wife in front of billions of people." "I just had to do what I need to do but now, everything is ruined. She remembered everything. She doesn't want to come back to me. I have had all of my men search around for her but they can't even get to see her. What am I going to do?"

“They said I should come back for the result, ma'am. But I really hope the results will come out positive. My future husband and I have been trying for a while now.” “Awww, that's so sweet. I'm sure it will be positive. But why didn't your husband come with you?” “He will come next time and I'll surely introduce him to you. I'll drag him here if I have to.” She emphasised, before she turned her eyes to spot Paige and Cedric. Both looking like they have been caught up in some horror movie or apocalypse. Marlynn was exhilarating. “Awww, why are you both looking like that?” She jabbed, “Aren't you guys happy for me?”

How the tide changes. I didn't want anything to do with them except their daughter and my kids. “They wouldn't even let me see my kids, so trying to use that is out” “ That is why we have to play dirty, dig up his dirt, Ariana seems to be with him on this. We have to work together and do that fast because with each moment that passes, we lose the chance to get her back”

“ It’s been the whole day and she hasn’t come back. ” “ What do you mean, hasn’t come back? Where did she go? ” I almost choke on the words. The world spins, and the ground beneath me seems to tilt, but I force my grip to stay firm on Seb. My son is in my lap, and he is barely hanging on—and now my wife is gone? “ They don’t know. ” He sighs, his shoulders tensing under my rigid glare. “ Trace her. I don’t care how, just find her right now ” I say, my voice low but razor-sharp.

“And what about your ex-wife, Edward? The media is saying she’s back. Are we just supposed to ignore that too?” My stomach twisted into a hard knot in my gut. Of fucking course that’s where they would all start at. “Where’s my ex-wife?” I said. My voice was flat. “I don’t know. We’re done. It’s why she’s an ex. We don’t relate anymore.” Across the room, the whispers erupted like tiny fires sparking: people at other tables firing questions; reporters across camera-filled rooms asking for clarity on any number of issues, but my attention strayed to a familiar face peering from behind an open door. Eloise, blotting out anything else.

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?