Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Novel

She would be thrown out soon. On returning to their own house, their lifestyle continued. They continued to live like two strangers who never crossed paths. Nelly tried to win his heart but was rebuffed. He left her in the house and seldom returned home. He either spent the nights in a hotel or in one of his villas in the state. He attended public events and outings with other women and not his wife. Her only consolation was that he fulfilled his part of the contract. The company was thriving now and her father had recovered. She kept trying and trying. Time flew past but all her efforts amounted to nothing.

Laura's Point of View I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend. But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try. Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?" Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we're thriving."

“I'll take care of everything, Sir James. Please find her. Please bring her back.” Nodding at her words, I turned to my car and tried to get in, my hands shaking as I fumbled for the keys. But then I heard screams coming from my right. Without thinking, I rushed towards the sound, my heart sinking. Somehow, I knew I was going to meet something dreading. I could feel it right in my bones. And then I saw her. Nova. My wife. Lying in a pool of her blood, her body limp and lifeless, with a little crowd standing next to her, peering pitifully at her.

The thought of marrying the girl who might have killed the love of my life disgusted me. But then, it hit me. If Florence was guilty, being close to her—married to her—was the only way I would ever get real answers. So, I agreed. I walked down that aisle, stood at the altar, and married a woman I believed destroyed my chance at a happily ever after. I expected coldness, distance, and a transactional existence. But Florence… She was the perfect wife. No matter how late I came home, she was there waiting to have dinner together. No matter how distant I was, she reached for me. She would touch my arm at dinner, pack my bags when I traveled, and ask about my day when I barely looked at her.

"See? Even Jane thinks you're being dramatic. Put the box away, Hazel. Go upstairs, take a nap, and we will pretend this never happened." I looked at the two of them. My husband and his mistress, standing together in our home. It was the clearest picture of my reality. "Sign the papers, Damien. Or I’ll see you in court. Mrs. Ivy is already handling the filing," I said. I jerked my arm out of his grip. The strength of the movement made me stumble for a second. A sharp, pulling sensation throbbed in my lower abdomen. I gasped, pressing a hand to my stomach.

I asked. “He was supposed to be professional,” He replied immediately. “I have no right to feel this way but it's so disturbing that right after divorce, one that he personally handled and finalized, he could live with my wife…I mean ex wife. The same one he took the job to chase out of my life, like a damn scumbag.” He spat, his sentences stabbed with rage and hatred. And if looks could kill, Nikolai Romano would have been six feet under the ground now.

As if the image alone wasn’t enough, my gaze slid upward. The headline was printed in bold, merciless red letters, instantly making my blood run cold. WHY I ENDED MY MARRIAGE WITH XAVIER LOCKWOOD. - Carla Dunbar.

I froze—unable to scream, unable to fight—while my husband took what he believed was his right. Once, intimacy was something I looked forward to in marriage. Now, it was nothing more than obligation. A duty. He was rough, careless, lost in his own need. I endured it in silence until my body gave in from exhaustion. Then his phone rang. He didn’t notice. I reached for it, desperate for distraction—anything to pull me away from the moment. The name on the screen made my heart stop. Milly Beresford. His ex-girlfriend. The woman he once loved. The one he swore was long forgotten.

So when a better path appeared, I left. It was not that I stopped caring. I simply cared about myself more. But time changes things. When I returned and saw him again, he was different. Confident. Successful. Established. He had built the life I once doubted he could. And he had done it without me. That stung more than I expected. Then I heard he was married. To Jenny. Jenny, the quiet girl. The obedient one. The one who never challenged him. The one who smiled softly and followed instructions like it was second nature.

I needed clarity. “Who is this woman that you see in me?” Guys please read my other co-author books Alpha Lucious, His Purchased wife , Betrayed By My Ex claimed by his father, Alpha Evander's Rejection on G.O.O.D.N.O.V.E.L