Pursuing My Wife Isn T Easy Novels & Stories

listen to you. Your wife is not an easy one. You’ve destroyed her trust before and now I bet she’s going to have some doubts again. I slowly stood up and lent my hand for a shake and Mr. Laviv took it. “Mr. Laviv, thank you for giving us another project to work on and for the scrumptious meal that we had. We can discuss our project once I have formulated the plan with the team that we will be working with on this project. For now, I have to get going, my wife is waiting for me at home.” Mr. Laviv has a very big smile on his face. “You go ahead and win your wife’s heart back. I wish you luck and the best for both of you.” After the meal I went straight home. The drive towards home seems so

I tried to distance myself from Grace, but she persisted in getting closer and even wrapping her arm around me. I searched for my wife in the crowd, but she seemed to have disappeared. Frustrated by Grace's persistence, I wanted nothing more than to leave the drinking area. Her attempts to seduce me were in vain because nothing and no one could compare to the beauty of my wife in my eyes. She was my everything, and I had no intention of betraying her for a fleeting moment of pleasure. I sought a deeper, more lasting commitment. If only I could escape from this place, I thought, as Grace continued to approach me. Her closeness was becoming increasingly irritating, and I felt a surge of excite

His arm swung out in the direction of the clock on the microwave to make his point. “And now? I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a woman. And apparently, they’ve been throwing themselves at me and I haven’t even fucking noticed! And do you know why?” Jaye allowed her husband to move them both so that he was sitting with his back against the chair, and she had her back to his chest. They both faced the younger man as he continued to pace. Wrapping his arms around his wife, Patch kissed her cheek. “Ever think that we would see this?” he whispered.

Instead, he seemed somewhat resigned and disheartened. "But unfortunately, I've failed twice when I confessed my feelings to her. She even considered resigning and leaving me. I didn't intend to make these private matters public, but I was afraid that my voice wouldn't reach her, and her attitude remained unchanged. "So today, I'd like to use this opportunity to have all of you as witnesses." "Go for it, Mr. Johnson!" "Don't be discouraged, Albert! Pursuing your wife isn't supposed to be easy!" "That's right, you can't just marry your wife easily. Keep going!"

This aspect of the job is the most difficult to perform, I'm finding. “Maybe there is.” Mother’s gaze considers me. “If you don’t make an effort to find a wife, I will bring these women here and make you pick. Understand?” I let my silence and long, cold stare tell her how ridiculous that sounds. I understand that I have a duty I must adhere to. I have pressing obligations. All I want is more time. Weeks, months, maybe even years. “You can’t bring them here,” I tell her calmly. “Why not?”

"We have had so many people reach out to us regarding who this mysterious woman is who has taken that man -" She looks over to him lustfully as she eyes him up and down before looking back at me "- off the market. And still stayed in such a happy marriage. Tell us, what's your secret to such a happy marriage?" I felt my body tense and my heartbeat ring through my ears, my smile was plastered on my face so you couldn't see the breakages within me. The first question was already too much, I wanted to run and run fast. I looked over to Chase who had an evil look in his eye and I knew I had to do what he said. "Well, I mean no marriage is perfect right? And we don't strive for perfection. We str

ADAM’S POV After the dinner with Aria yesterday, the realization hits me hard—she’s difficult to impress and even harder to win back. Despite this, I find myself resolute, unwilling to give up on my ex-wife. I have never needed to pursue anyone before, and the concept is foreign and daunting. Seeking guidance, I turn to my assistant, hoping for some insight on how to navigate this unfamiliar territory. “Women love small gestures of love and care.”

He maintained his composure, with a posture that's impossible to ignore as my eyes followed him to the drawer nearby, collecting the paper and the paper went flying to my side. The papers went flying, slowly it dropped down, kissing my feet. For some time, I only stare at the papers, taking my time to calm my nerves before breaking down as usual. The reality sank in and I chose to embrace it this time, like always I could just bend and pick them up and promise Kade I'll improve. I could do anything to be his wife, the desperate one whose hope only lies the possibility of giving him an heir. But my hands refused to listen to my emotions, instead of bending down to pick the paper and begging h

He was lying on the bed with his hand behind his head. "You are my wife. There is nothing wrong with sharing a bed or a room with me," he said calmly. "I am not your true wife. I am just a contracted wife," I yelled at him. "A marriage is a contract. I don't see the difference. Anyway, your presence is all I need," he said. "You can do what makes you comfortable," he added and covered himself with the blanket. I was livid. I was standing there still in the dress I had gone to his family house in. I needed to shower, clean my face and change into something comfortable. I turned the doorknob and it was still locked. I moved to the couch and sat down.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"