Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn T Easy

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.

he slouches his shoulders. "Turns out she just has a talent for leading people on. But no harm done, it's not like I love her or anything. I wanted her, she didn't want me. End of story." Jax demonstrates with his hands. He and I both know that's not the end of the story. The two of us are too determined, too driven to give up on anything after the first try. That's why I know that he'll keep chasing my wife's crazy friend until he gets her. It's the way we're both wired.

She's moved on, probably got remarried, which was a wise thing to do and have a child for whatever man she got married again too. "None of your assumption is true mother, you can choose to believe what you want to believe and say whatever you want to say but that won't stop me from pursuing Alicia, I don't care if she's with someone else, I want my ex-wife back and I'm not stopping until I get her back, so quit trying to pair me up with someone else because it's not going to work." "Adams you should—"

“You make it sound so easy.” She wishes it was that easy. It's easy to forget about him and the love she has for him. Four nights isn’t enough to completely forget about the man she had loved for two years and married to for three years. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “It’s not. But you’ve already done the hardest part, Natalie. You walked away.” “Now you just have to let go.” Her chest tightened. Letting go. That was the part no one talked about. People saw the exit, but not the weight that followed. The years of swallowing pain, of second-guessing herself, of hoping he’d notice.

To anyone watching, he was the perfect husband. To Lena? He was a stranger who knew exactly where to press to make her heart ache. As the night went on, her mother’s eyes softened. "It makes me happy to see you two like this." Lena swallowed hard. Guilt clawed at her. Her grandfather, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke. "Marriage isn’t easy." Lena tensed. Grayson, however, nodded. "No, it’s not." Her grandfather’s gaze was sharp. "But once you make a vow, you don’t break it."

“Doesn’t matter. I need to find Alicia. She’s still my wife, and I can’t just… let her slip away. Maybe it’s time to involve someone else. The police. Or a welfare check. Something subtle to make Emily talk, or at least to trace her movements.” He paused, rubbing his temple, then muttered quietly, almost to himself, “Andrea left here two days ago… my childhood lover. She stormed out angry because I didn’t… I didn't allow her to spend, didn’t give her my credit card, what she thought she deserved.” He scoffed. “Alicia isn’t Andrea. She’s still my wife. She can’t walk away the same way.” Mark frowned. “Sir?” Nathan turned sharply, eyes narrowing. “I know the risk. But I can’t wait. Every day s

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

She asked after answering the call. My sister was doing pretty well and running her own club in New York City. She was the one person who knew how to get things done and did her job very well. "Can we talk? I really need a favor. You know that I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't between life and death." She groaned before she came back to the line with a much quieter background. I sighed when she said nothing. "It's Elijah. His ex-wife is back, and I'm afraid that she might try to get back with him and ruin everything that I've achieved with Elijah all these years."

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

I had always been what you would call a slow person. Case in point: When I saw the stern-looking female CEO appearing in the financial news who looked just like my wife, it took me ages to finally realize it was truly her. Immediately after, a stream of comments highlighted in different colors overlaid my vision. [Oh my God! Julian Vance, the shameless supporting male lead, has finally shown up to stir the pot! Imagine dragging a child into this just to scam Ms. Eunice Latour, how disgusting!] [Didn’t he already make away with two million as compensation? Why is he back again? He must be sick in the head if he thinks that he can use his child as a pawn to get ahead in life!] [I can’t wa