Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy Novels & Stories

… After shouting for three or four minutes, no one answered Ben other than the echo of his own voice. "Maybe the homeless sneaked in by smashing the window." "How do you know it's a homeless person? What if it's the owner?" "The owner is never coming back here," Ben snorted, "This belongs to my ex-wife. She's being pursued by every gang member of the Sea City's gang now. It's a big question if she could survive their chase so no. She won't come back here!" After that, he frowned and had his hands reach out to hug the sexy woman in front of him. "Screw it. Let's do what we come here to do!"

like she was fighting herself and losing. And God… so was he. The kiss wasn’t a mistake to him. He knew that. Every sensible part of him was screaming that it should be. Because she is his ex-wife, the woman he’d let slip through his fingers, the one he had no claim on anymore. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. And he wanted more. His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. But he wasn’t going to stop trying and maybe, just maybe if Briella knew everything he’d hidden from her she would….

Maybe she was just tired of being a ghost in her own marriage. She turned to face him, fully. Gathered the shreds of herself into something that resembled courage. may be worthless in your eyes,she said. Each word scraped her throat raw. “But can’t you show me some love? Even for a minute, I would be glad. Even a lunatic is shown some love. Am I more worthless than a lunatic? Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. I know it’s just three months left. But can you at least regard me as your wife once? Just once.

I turned to Jane, “Are there any dresses she hasn’t tried?” She adjusted her glasses and glanced briefly at sally. “These are mostly all of them,” she said hesitantly. “Is nothing here to your liking?” I stared at her, feeling a bit impatient. “Does it look like it?” “Derek, it's fine.” Sally said softly, but I could see her eyes weren't pleased. No, It’s not fine. I can see the disappointment on Sally’s face. Can’t I find a perfect dress for my wife? So that she has to settle for second best? !

I finally found the courage to call Ruby, which she turned off quickly right after I spoke my name. "It didn't even last for a minute." I sighed heavily. The reunion, I had imagined, seemed far to reach, looking at our circumstances. "She probably blocks my numbers now." I continued misery. "You know what I learned about women? They will admit our effort and start to open their heart as long as you keep trying and do it sincerely." "Yeah. But it's only work in the past. Right now, with everything going on between us, it might be hard to get her attention." And another sigh escaped my lips. Perhaps rebuilding a family was too much to ask.

"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?"

She was made to be mine as I was made to be hers. “I need you to find my wife, she left yesterday, and I don’t know where she is, her family and friends are not telling me anything, and I know she is not with any of them”, I blurt out. Darcy hears everything. “Mr Hardy, I usually find missing people who have put a lot of effort into disappearing or covering their secret lives. This just sounds like a husband and wife spat”, she says, and I close my hand into a fist and punch the wall.

Eric sits in his top floor office. He looks at yet another email from a private investigator telling him that they could not find his wife in the last year. She has covered her tracks perfectly and there is no sign of her. They have searched everywhere. Eric has been searching for her for the last year. He spared no costs when it came to finding her, yet, she still has to be found.

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.

I’m doomed! I showered and dressed, then descended the stairwell to find Mary setting the table for breakfast. I took a seat to have breakfast. Camille and Liam were absent from the breakfast table. Then I noticed my ex-wife making her way down the stairs. Why is this woman still in this place? What didn’t she get right this time? I’m not marrying her, NEVER, not in this life ever again, not even the next life, and 7 more lives to come. When I’m frustrated, she’s the only person I can fuck. With Camille’s threats, I don’t think that will happen again. Let her stay, though. Then I noticed my wife and son descending the stairwell.