Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn't Easy Novels & Stories

“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?”

“I think you’re forgetting I asked you for divorce? Not the other way round, how I live my life from now on is none of your business” “It is! You’re still my wife, you’re still legally married to me, what you’re doing is affecting my reputation”. Natalie let out a soft laugh, sharp and full of disbelief. “Reputation?” she echoed, eyes narrowing. “So that’s what this is about? Not the years you ignored me. Not the nights I went to bed feeling invisible. But suddenly, me smiling in public is a threat to your precious image?” She stepped closer. “Or you couldn’t handle the fact that I am happy with someone else? That I’m no longer hell bent on being yours?”.

I will make him believe I am indeed Bella Portillo and not the woman he married seven years ago. Getting to know that my ex-husband is the CEO, I would have given up on this partnership if only this partnership wasn't one of my dreams. But I know it will take me to places I have been dreaming of. I won't let Richard make me give up on my dreams. This is just business. Nothing more. The ringing sound of my phone jerks me out of my reverie. With Daisy sleeping on my bed, I quickly grab the phone to pick up so she won't wake up from the loud sound.

"They think I raced because Antonio broke my heart, like I needed to prove something to my ex-husband instead of proving something to myself." "Does it matter what they think?" Lucas asked gently. "No," she said, but it stung anyway, the way they'd taken her moment and made it about Antonio, made her achievement about a man who'd thrown her away. She kept scrolling, found more articles that all said variations of the same thing—heartbroken ex-wife seeks validation through dangerous comeback, woman scorned returns to racing after billionaire husband moves on, Jayda Marlowe's cry for help on the racetrack.

"Just stop for a minute. Think about this. What if it's not her? What if you drive all that way and it's just another woman who looks like her? You'll be devastated." "Then I'll be devastated." I pulled my arm free. "But at least I'll know. At least I'll have tried." "You've been trying for six weeks!" Her voice rose, frustration breaking through the careful concern. "You've barely eaten. Barely slept. You're destroying yourself chasing ghosts!" "She's not a ghost!" I shouted. The words echoed in the hallway. "She's my wife. And she's out there somewhere. And I will find her." Bella stepped back, her eyes wide. Hurt flashing across her face.

Micah screams at my face. All my men haven't had much sleep and I bet they are in a worse situation than I am. "You don't talk to me like that. I am trying my best to get her back to me. Do you think it doesn't bother me not to have my wife around?" I question pushing him away from me. The men's eyes are hooded and I know they feel the pain that I am going through. "I am trying hard guys. I am putting all my resources out there to find my pregnant wife back and it is impossible. It seems as if she has disappeared from the surface of the earth," I spew out, hiding the weakness from my eyes.

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

Right now, those eyes were filled with self-loathing. "I know you're not," she said, but even she could hear the doubt in her voice. "No, you don't." He took a slow, careful step backward, putting more distance between them. "And you shouldn't. Jesus Christ, Maya, I just—" He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "My ex-wife is trying to take my daughter out of state. She's using every dirty trick in the book, twisting everything, and I can't—I couldn't—"

But still, with that agonizing hope burning in my chest, I wait. “Any news on my ex-wife’s whereabouts?” I ask the moment I pick up the phone. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t been able to find her. We’ve tracked every possible way out of the country, but there’s no record of her leaving—no train, no road trip, no commercial flights.” “How is it possible that after almost a month, we still don’t have a single lead?” I cry out, raking my hands through my hair in frustration. “Our only theory is that she left on a private jet—or used false documents to cover her tracks.”

“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—”