Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Novel

he merely mumbled before going over the documents. He thought it had something to do with any of his rivals in business so it caught him off guard to hear that it involved a woman. Upon seeing the picture and name of the person involved, his curious gaze settled on Grayson. "Your ex-wife?" he questioned. "It is still unsure if she is indeed the Mavis I know or not so do your job. Find out who she really is and dig into her past. Do it as fast as possible."

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.

“I didn’t lose her, i threw her out !” “Threw her out ?” I said, voice low. “You fumbled her. Don’t rewrite the story just because I picked up what you couldn’t hold.” “You’re such a—” “Shut the fuck up, man, i have given you enough privileges as the angry ex husband, One more disrespectful word and you are out of my office ! And out of this job !” Williams blinked. “ You can’t marry her , Please “ I stepped around my desk and closed the space between us. “You fumbled a queen, and now she’s mine.”

I had never known what was behind it. I never went in. I never even dared to touch the doorknob. That room was never mine. It belonged to Emily. The place where she now slept comfortably beside the man I once called my husband. A place warm with laughter and touch—all the things I never had during years of marriage.

Hi, readers. I apologize regarding my work as it didn't go as how everyone wanted. Not all story is meant to have an happy ending. Regardless to some errors here and there in my chapters, I still hope it was worth the read. please note, The Ex-Husband Returns; A Second Chance At love. Wasn't meant to satisfy the readers idea of how to enjoy a romantic life. Though mitt was meant to inform that some people lives take turns like this in a miraculous way. My work was plainly in fiction.

Rosa's eyes followed the pillow until it landed on the floor, she was hesitant to pick it back up for fear that he might toss it back to the ground. "Why the fuck is Mia so stupid? Is wanting to get married to my dad not enough for her. Why would she do a thing like this? Now my reputation is at stake, everything that I've worked for is going to be ruined all because that bitch can't contain her anger." "Woah, woah, woah. Hold on now. I don't think I heard that well!" Rosa let out, "your ex is getting married to your father?" Rosa said at the top of her lungs, her bewilderment clouding her thoughts.

He didn't look at me; he simply rolled over to the other side of the bed and fell into a heavy sleep. I lay there in the dark, the silk sheets now felt like ice against my skin. I felt the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of my pussy, a reminder of what we had just done, but I felt like a ghost I am Olivia Bennett. To the world, I am the lucky woman who married the King of New York, but the truth is, I am a contract wife. I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's

“Private lounge, at Grand Meridian Hotel, the top floor.” The call ended like it never happened. I didn’t think twice. Not even a second. I didn’t question why his assistant hadn’t called to inform me of such. I didn’t ask why none of his friends could bring home, but suddenly cared about my presence in his life. I just went, not for anybody, but because that’s what wives do. ************* The elevator ride to the top floor felt rather too slow. Maybe because I needed to get there too fast, to know how Damon was faring.

I stared at her for a long time, which eventually brought the thought of my ex-husband to my head. He must be happy with his new wife, Rachel. I'm proud of myself for being able to forget about him and killing whatever feelings I had for him. He is nothing but a past mistake I wasn't planning to make again. When Mateo entered the house, I ran to his room with the box that contained my nail polishes that appeared in different colors. “This is why I want this annoying little…” he set his eyes on me and paused. “I'm not going anywhere,” I rested on his bed.

Each press of the mouse feels like a strain. I rise and go to the window. Downtown, the city lies below, cars inching through traffic, and buildings gleaming in the morning light. She doesn’t belong here. I turn back to the desk, grab my phone again, and start a new message to Ben. I write down all I know about her. Afterall she's my ex wife. I wrote full name, size of investment, the name of her holding company, and whatever little I know of her while our marriage lasted.