Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Novel

Hello readers. I hope you liked all the books. As I told you before, Marwick's story will be out on 1st July 2023 (fingers crossed). Here is a little blurb but sort of incomplete... You are the CEO of a big company and looking for your wife for the last five years. The same wife you left at the altar. You don't know anything about her. Except that she has azure eyes that kept you awake all those nights. You are looking for her everywhere like a madman, without an idea that she might be right there under your nose. Working as your PA.

I could still see George standing over her like an unbreakable shield. As the glass doors of the hospital slid open, a terrifying realization settled into my gut. George was carving out territory that belonged to me. My wife. My name. My father's respect. I wasn't going to allow it. I dropped Natalia off at her apartment. For the first time in a long time, her voice sounded like friction against my nerves. I didn't stay for a drink. I didn't even turn off the engine. The moment she stepped out of the vehicle, I hit the accelerator, wanting to escape the heavy scent of her floral perfume.

That was the most unromantic proposal I had ever seen. But it wasn’t hard to guess my answer. As time went by, what started as a crush developed into something even deeper for him. Even when he brought the strange condition that our marriage will be secret and never public, I didn’t care. He wasn’t like those disgusting perverts that wanted my body and nothing more. I beleievd he respected me. I believed he loved me, he had to feel something for me before he asked me to marry him, right? Either way, I kept my mouth shut. Behind closed doors, I was his wife. In public I was misinterpreted as his mistress. I didn’t care for the jabs and insults, they all meant nothing. Deep down I knew I was m

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

Katie slowly looked over her shoulder. Vivian walked closer, her expression filled with satisfaction. “People are going to ask questions when they see a married woman standing beside an unfamiliar man on a deserted road.” “He was a mechanic.” Vivian raised an eyebrow. “A mechanic?” “Yes. My car broke down, and he helped me fix it.” Vivian folded her arms. “And you expect me to believe that?” Katie’s patience began to disappear. “I don’t care what you believe.” Vivian scoffed. “You should care what people believe because you’re Damien Stark’s wife now.”

Turning to face the gathering, he confidently held Jessica's hand on his arm and declared, "It is my pleasure to introduce to you all my wife, Mrs. Jessica." Surprise was evident on everyone's faces. They grappled with the unexpected revelation. Jessica had been Nicholas's ex-fiancée. How was it possible for her to be married to Justin in just a span of barely two weeks? Old Mrs. Hemsworth was the first to speak as she approached them, "Jessica, my darling, it's so lovely to see you. My grandson Justin has been away for so long," she said, patting him, "he wasn't usually like this; he used to be mean and cold. I didn't know he had it in him to make jokes," she chuckled. "Just ignore him," sh

He is devouring her, taking every single inch of her, and she loves it. "Fuck," a ragged, guttural growl rips violently from my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut, violently shaking my head to shatter the image, but the poison is already deep in my marrow. I suddenly picture them on the thick living room carpet. I picture them tangled together on the sofa. I even picture them on the goddamn glass coffee table. Everywhere I look, my cousin's ghost is touching my wife… I mean ex-wife.

“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..”

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

WYATT If you are wondering what I felt, it was a mixed feeling. I had just heard my wife arrange a meeting with a man in front of me, whom I suspected had a more doctor-patient relationship. Okay. Ruby was my ex-wife, whom I had been trying to win back as my wife. My hands on the steering wheel tightened at the thought that they—Ruby, Austin, and Brian—were spending a pleasant time together, and the probability that I would lose Ruby again!