Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn T Easy

“Don't say such things, my love. The marriage was over before it even started.” “No, Craig. I don't want to be called a homewrecker. Go to your wife. I don't deserve you.” Craig shook his head, kissing her, “I understand you had to obey your father's wish in studying abroad and it's not your fault. I am not letting you slip away from me this time, Emily Lawson, soon to be Emily Gibson…” He pressed his lips against her cheek, kissing her passionately while a moan escaped her mouth. “Mmm.. but..but..”

the clipboard guy said sharply, his eyes unreadable, “please lower your voice.” I laughed bitterly. “Lower my voice? You are accusing me of strangulation! Do I look like I came here to commit a murder? Do you think I hopped off a plane, cancelled my travel plans, hailed a cab to a hospital, and decided, 'Oh, today feels like a great day to strangle my ex husband in front of my recovering child who just got out of surgery?'” The woman did not flinch. She just tilted her head and said, “We need to go over the timeline again.”

“If not for my funds, Carter’s Wine would be ashes. I still can’t fathom that you siphoned company money to fuel your obsessive search for your ex-wife. You nearly destroyed a legacy our family built over generations, and you act like it’s nothing.” I fell silent, turning back to the mirror, my reflection a stranger—hollow-cheeked, consumed by a fire that hadn’t dimmed in five years. Ella Harper, my wife, had vanished that night in Venice, slipping through my grasp like smoke. I’d chased her ever since, following whispers, chasing leads across cities, pouring every resource into finding her.

He didn’t say any more about her again when she tried to ask further questions about it, and that left her with the belief that one day, if he has the chance, he’d definitely go back to his ex-wife; at least they were once married. It’s hard for her to convince herself that he wouldn’t dare to go back to her if they’re together, but then she finds it hard to actually read him. He’s a different type of person with a personality that’s not easy to read at all, and this was becoming threatening to her. She just doesn’t want to make a mistake trying to fight for something that might just be a waste of her time and also cause her emotional trauma at the end when the real owner comes by to claim w

Especially how I treated her during the time we were married. I always talked about wanting to be with a powerful woman who had a mind of her own. Layla had become the woman I always dreamt about. I was disappointed when I tried reaching out to her but couldn’t get any access to her. I even asked my private investigator to find a way to reach out to her business team, but they didn’t even give him any chance. After my numerous unsuccessful attempts to reach her, my life became miserable. Even after all those years, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It had been years since I’d felt the touch of a woman against me since when I tried after the divorce, Priscilla’s face had been what I’d seen and dang, it had felt good. We still had about ten miles to go, but I was sure we were still going to meet. It was high time I told her what I felt. I gave her ten minutes because of the gentleman in me and after the time had expired, I started after my ex-wife. Life, I could feel, was about to get a lot more interesting. Sure enough, it took me less than ten minutes to locate Priscilla and I felt a little bad for leaving her with the wagon, but remembering how embarrassed she had been, it had been the best decision at the time.

Because just the thought of catching a glimpse of her, watching her move through her day, brushing her daughter’s hair or holding her son’s hand, it brought something back to life in me. Something dangerous. Something hopeful. But then, the update that landed yesterday stopped me cold. Her “husband,” the man she had supposedly moved on with, doesn’t even live in the same city. Not just a different house. A different zip code entirely. And that fact, it pulled at something inside me. What kind of marriage is that? What sort of life was she building? Was it real, or just a facade to keep me away? The thought made me sit upright for hours last night, staring at my ceiling with a storm churning

I exclaimed. Not only had that irresponsible driver smashed into my brand-new car, but he had also abandoned me at the scene of the accident and driven away without so much as a proper explanation. And his boss? He had simply walked away as though none of it concerned him. I dragged a hand down my face and let out a frustrated sigh. Of all the days this could have happened, why di d it have to be today? As if dealing with Andrew and Tessa wasn't already enough, I now had to deal with an arrogant stranger and a runaway driver.

Then faced me. “What do you want? Hm? You seek Sienna? She's over there. However you can't reach her since you're legally divorced. She's legally married to another person. Therefore she is no longer yours. Yet you can still try. The catch is, you lack the resources that Mr. Anthony possesses. So you might be venturing into dangerous territories. That might cost you your life or your job or your home or your honor or your position. Whatever you possess that holds value.” “I understand.”

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