Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy Novels & Stories

She grew up in it. Thats another reason that prompt me to gain my status as the ceo. The following days after convincing the Warrens, l tried to look for my still but yet to be divorced wife to settle our scores but she hasnt been found anywhere. I even wondered whether she is trying to avoid the divorce she suggested herself. I laid low about that case but l know very well how to get her to sign the papers. I cant keep someone's daughter stressed anymore.Since Jessica my wife only cares about her new family, l should do the same.

Even when I pushed harder asking for any information he could give, if he’d been talking to my ex-wife, his expression was cold and stern. He reminded me that she wasn’t my wife anymore and he walked out of his own office, leaving me standing there with nothing but more questions running through my mind. Weeks went by after that conversation. The wedding was now two weeks and some days away and I was going around like a fucking zombie. Sleep didn’t come anymore. When it did, all I dreamed about was her. Guilt sat on my chest like concrete. I’d sent my investigators everywhere to check hospitals under fake names, called shelters pretending to look for a friend, checked prisons just maybe, sea

I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's cancer treatments. I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone. I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal, masked as a wife. I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even know who he was fucking in the dark. The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing. I reached for my phone on the

“Yesterday.” He laughed, short and humorless. “I’ll start tomorrow. But Moore? Fair warning. Whatever I find, it might not be what you want to hear. From what I’m seeing, your ex-wife spent eight years clawing her way back from whatever hell she left. That kind of journey changes people. Hardens them. If you’re hoping to find some weakness you can exploit, some soft spot you can press, you might be disappointed.” “Just find the truth,” I said. “Whatever it is.”

Rest assured that when you come back, your ex will be long gone! Thank you, Mom. I love you, and I don't know what I would do without you. As always, nothing. Go with God and bring my daughter-in-law back! I run out and head to the airport. I need to catch the first flight of the shuttle service. I'm going after my wife. She won't get rid of me that easily. If she really thought it would be easy, she was mistaken. Melissa, my dear, wait because your husband is coming.

"I need to trigger his memories. Show him photos, tell him stories, make him remember what we had." "Sophia, you're not hearing me. This is harassment. If you show up at his building again, if you contact him, if you do anything to interfere with his recovery, Eve can file for a restraining order. And given your history, she'd get it." "So I'm just supposed to disappear? Let her win?" "She already won. She's his wife..." "Ex-wife." "She's the mother of his child. She's living with him. They're working things out. You've already lost, Sophia. The question is whether you're going to accept that gracefully or make it worse."

It sounded so terribly heartbreaking when anyone referred to her as my ex-wife. It felt surreal, but then whenever I remembered how quickly and cruelly I had served her those divorce papers, it reminded me how real it was and how perfectly I deserved the pangs of pain I felt each time thoughts of her flashed through my head. But then, I haven't given up on her search yet. Once in a while, I contacted every private search agency that I got a whiff of to secretly search through the country and the neighboring countries as well, and even though they always returned empty-handed, I still held onto a little strand of hope that one day, she will be found.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

"That's not my decision to make." They weren't rough with me as they escorted me toward their vehicles. No shoving, no violence. Just firm hands guiding me across the lawn I'd once considered my own. I felt strangely calm as we walked. Maybe it was shock, or blood loss, or just the exhaustion of fighting so hard for so long only to lose everything anyway. My son thought I was hysterical and embarrassing. My ex-husband had just publicly abandoned me on live television. I was about to be kidnapped by criminals I didn't understand, for reasons I couldn't fathom.

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