Pursuing My Wife Isn T Easy Novels & Stories

Then what was that? Did Adira really succeed on seducing him that even if he’s working so hard, she always stays there inside my mind? Imagining how hot they kiss was, and how small she looked around his arms? Chadwick bit his lower lip and roughly messed his bangs with a groan. He tried so hard to divert his thoughts, but at the end of the day, he found himself waiting for his wife’s return. ‘I couldn’t believe this. For the past six months, I did my best to avoid my wife but look at me, waiting for her like an idiot,’ he told to himself.

The words sent a slight shiver down my spine, but I resolved to persevere in winning Lucien's favor and earning his trust. Our conversation continued, each exchange filled with subtleties and unspoken emotions. As Lucien revealed his unavailability due to an upcoming event “I wouldn’t be home to keep you company later in the day, there’s an event going down that I have to attend” he says, a fleeting pang of sadness washed over me. I longed for his company, yearning to be by his side. Driven by a mixture of longing and a desire to assert my role as his wife, I boldly suggested, "Can't I accompany you? After all, I am your wife, and it would mean a lot to me." The words lingered in the air, ca

Nash furrowed his brows but didn't speak. Caleb seemed to understand, "A woman's heart is like finding a needle in a haystack; you can search for ages and still not uncover it, but you'll notice when she's unhappy." Women were indeed a mystery. Why even bother getting married? Women were just too complicated! Nash shot Caleb a glance and commanded coldly, "Not busy with work? Get lost!" Seeing Nash's irritation, Caleb didn't press further, not wanting to stir up trouble. With a polite smile, he made a swift exit.

It was so frustrating and painful to watch the man I loved slip right away from my hands and fall into hers. But unlike others, I wasn't desperate to be his woman, I just wanted to be in charge of his life. That's why I'm fighting tooth and nail to keep myself in his life without fighting for his attention. I took in a deep sigh, glancing at my plan board. I was only a little closer to my goal now, just a couple of happenings and strings to be pulled and voila! I'll have my man to myself. “You've bed staring at his picture for too long, Eve. It's making me scared, please go to sleep.” Ruby suddenly interfered.

As Henry's words subsided, he turned to catch sight of Jared's ominous expression. "What's with that look?" Henry patted his chest, taken aback by Jared's sudden intensity. "You can't pursue her," Jared stated firmly. "Why?" Henry's confusion was palpable as he glanced at Jared. "Do you know who she is?" "Who? I'll pursue anyone I want. I'll even pursue a neighboring country's princess if I feel like it." Jared's eyes darkened as he said impassively, "My wife."

He remembered the bitter words she had hurled at him: "Our marriage was a one-sided street, a perpetual waiting game for a man who was always, always too busy for his wife." And she had been right. He had been so consumed by his ambition, by the relentless pursuit of success, that he had become a distant figure in his own home. He had seen her pain, heard her pleas, but had always prioritized work, always assumed she’d understand, always believed there would be "more time later."

That was all that mattered. The scenes started coming rapid fire, showing glimpses of our married life together. I saw myself doing all I could to be the perfect wife. Making sure all his needs were met. Keeping the house in order. And during the nights when he sought my warmth, I was more than happy to give it. Even though it felt mechanical. Even though my heart would cry and wish we weren’t pretending so much. I was happy. I loved him and that was all. I watched three years pass. Three years of a sterile arrangement disguised as a marriage. Three years of doing all I could to make him love me.

Tristan's POV The feeling of admiration surged in my belly when I saw my wife, Alyssa Arnold, dancing beautifully in the living room. The impulse to get up and grab her waist was so strong and almost impossible to control but I did. And I swear, if not for Clara's intervention, I would have pounced on her after catching a glimpse of her fresh coochie. I just realized how much I have missed my wife. We've been married for two years yet I have only touched her once.

My wolf rolls his eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh, but I feel his tension too. “Oh, I see her details now,” she says, scrolling. “Maya Hayes, married to Lucien Hayes, CEO of—” “Yes,” I snapped impatiently, cutting her off. And right now, all I care about is one thing— Where is my wife?

Is the marriage even going to be like a real marriage where we do everything couples do or is it just going to be business? “Listen, you don’t have to agree if you don’t want to. The thing is, I’m quite fond of you but most importantly, you understand my goal and know why I’m doing this. It'll be easier for me to have someone like that play my wife instead of a random stranger.”