Novel & Cerita Pursuing My Ex Wife Novel

Chapter - 9 how far are you willing to go? ______ Genuine disgust is what I'm feeling right now. His wife He has a wife, and even then he did all those things to me- "Ex-wife," he clears. Oh, thank fuck. Because I would never betray another woman like this. If I were to bet, I'd go with she has not one clue what is going on. Her blonde curls are tied together in a bun, her green eyes puffy from all the crying.

Just looks at me with eyes that say she knows exactly why we're leaving early. "Of course." I kiss Vivienne's cheek. "Rest well, dear. We'll talk tomorrow about the nursery." After they leave, I allow myself one more glance toward the dance floor. Damien and Esmeralda are still there, swaying slowly. And now people are watching them openly, whispering behind champagne flutes. The narrative is already forming. I can see it in their eyes: The discarded wife finds happiness with the rival. Julian Voss replaced her so quickly, no wonder she moved on too.

"Have you seen Seb recently? I can’t reach him. Nobody’s at his house, and his office said he hasn’t been at work." I blinked, caught off guard by her question. No hello or insult. Nothing. Her tone was casual, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes. Worry, maybe? Or annoyance? I couldn’t tell, and honestly, I didn’t care. I raised my eyebrows, keeping my voice cold and detached as I replied, "Why would I know where my ex-husband is? You’re the one becoming a family now." Her lips parted slightly, and for a split second, she looked stunned. Like she wasn’t used to me talking back or something.

She said and ran out while picking up her call in the process, and Christian was left stunned, watching her leaving the café. He stood rooted in his place as if his legs lost the ability to walk, but the next moment, he dashed outside the cafe to question her but the cab left in front of him and he cursed under his breath, watching the cab from behind. “Author Scarlet? My wife?? What the fuck is missing??” He screeched, pulling his hair in frustration, and slammed his fist on the pillar. *** This is the second book in the series. Read book MY INDIAN WIFE before starting this book***

And I went to my office to finish grading some papers. "I thought I burn all these pictures." I looked at the pictures of my ex wife. She passed away, last year. Drunk driver hit her and took her life out immediately. I was sad, at one point we did love each other. We were drifting and I wanted to work on our marriage, but when she bailed on our anniversary, that was it for me. And then I saw her, Violet. She was the best I've ever had. After my wife, I promised myself, I wouldn't get involved with anyone. And then I saw her again. Violet Carter. I wanted to get to know her, but the fact that she kept Liv a secret, makes me angry. Maybe one day.

She wasn’t falling for this again. Not after what happened last time. She ended the call without another word and tossed the phone onto the couch. Not this time. Not after the cruel trick that ruined everything, her marriage, Grayson's love for her and her belief in anything good. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, she wasn’t pla ying their game. Lena turned off her phone and walked to her room. If they thought they could shake her, they were wrong. She wasn’t that weak, naive woman anymore.

I can't wait to go home, hug her, and proudly declare to the world that she is my wife. However, as I was reflecting on the apparent success of my plan while sitting in the officer's office, a cop informed me about a report from one of the hospitals. That report will make me realise that I hadn't succeeded completely after all. "Mr. Merrin, we've received another report regarding your ex-fiancée, Miss Nefson. She is accused of attacking a pregnant woman and causing her to lose her child," said the officer. "How evil could this woman be?" asked Jack incredulously.

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

Thinking about her. I was married to Eloise once. The only woman who had ever truly cared for me. The only one who never asked me for anything but love. And the only one I pushed away. I had made mistakes—big ones. I had believed lies. I had broken the one person who had stood by me when I had nothing but my name and a contract. But I wasn’t about to let her go for a second time. I was through with the games. I turned away from the window and made my way towards my study. I had so much work to do, so much. But I would fix it all – bit by bit, and piece by piece.”

like she was fighting herself and losing. And God… so was he. The kiss wasn’t a mistake to him. He knew that. Every sensible part of him was screaming that it should be. Because she is his ex-wife, the woman he’d let slip through his fingers, the one he had no claim on anymore. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. And he wanted more. His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. But he wasn’t going to stop trying and maybe, just maybe if Briella knew everything he’d hidden from her she would….