Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Novel

Yvana My wedding is in two days. I am filled with immense joy at finally being able to become Dinam's wife. When I think that in a very short time I will be a member of one of the most influential families in my country and in the entire continent, I manage to feel shivers. I imagine myself being feared and respected in my path. People will surely bend over my path. And what about the excessive luxury in which I will be for the rest of my life? I can't wait to date so I can finally live under the same roof as my man. Even though I'm more interested in material goods than in Dinam, I still have to admit that I love it. Yes, I fell in love with it and I believe that this marriage gives me ever

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“I have been doing this job long enough to know when someone wants to stay hidden. Your wife, your ex wife covered her tracks. If she didn’t want to be found, she made sure of it.” The words ex-wife sting more than I care to admit. Amina may wear my last name, but when Marcus says ex-wife, he’s talking about the only woman I ever truly loved. I slam the file shut. The sound echoes like a gunshot in the room. “Not good enough. I don’t pay you to tell me she’s a ghost. I want answers. Where has she been? Who helped her? Who kept her safe? Did she have someone else?” The thought claws at me, raw and ugly. The possibility that she wasn’t alone, that another man could have touched her, held her,

“Funny, Rowan. You don’t usually care about who stands where in a wedding. You barely care about the wedding at all.” I stayed quiet, jaw ticking once. Silence is a weapon; I let it stretch between us. Finally, she pushed, her voice firmer now. “What happened?” My eyes cut to hers. She wanted truth? Fine. Cold, unpolished truth. “Her ex came back. The psychopath. Took her. Woods, cottage, all of it. She almost died.” Nina froze, lips parting just slightly, the first crack in her otherwise smug expression. “What?”

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Hometown. And that’s when it hit him. They were from the same city. He leaned back in his leather chair, stunned. No wonder her scent, her aura—it was all too familiar. “We must have crossed paths before,” he said aloud, brows furrowing. “But where?” He clicked through the few public records available. Her name had recently been removed from a marriage certificate—divorced. Pregnant. New business owner. All her records were clean and recent. But what intrigued him more was how little there was—almost like someone had deliberately kept her life quiet. Hidden.

I tried to resist, but the truth was, I was still in love with her. Evelyn noticed. Of course, she did. The light in her eyes faded, her smiles grew forced, and I saw the hurt she tried to hide. But I was too far gone. I let myself slip, choosing Vanessa in ways I swore I wouldn’t. And now? Evelyn was gone. The marriage was over. Am not sure if I regret it. I just feel pity for her. The sharp trill of my phone broke through my spiraling thoughts. I glanced at the screen,

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

My ex-wife. *****

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.