Reclaiming My Ex Wife の小説・ストーリー

Bradley laughed. I cocked my brow, visibly offended. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “You seem to forget that we already told your ex that we are married.” Shit. That's true. “We’ll be husband and wife instead then,” I said back, wondering if this was a good idea. Bradley remained quiet. As a businessman that he was, I'm sure he was looking at the pros and con– “Alright.” That was fast. “Alright? You'll act as my husband?”

If the wedding didn't happen, it would cause damage to their family and to their business. Claudia, who had stayed near the staircase, finally walked to him. Her face was set in determination, she put her hands crossed the chest. "Bradley," she began in a calm voice, "Rebecca is your ex wife, she have sign the divorce letter, she's a runaway wife.Bradley, don't you love me, if you love me you won't be treating me this way, If you love me let the wedding happen, Now you have to choose between me and Rebecca"

When I was satisfied they were, I put everything back in the envelope and looked at my soon to be ex-wife one last time. "If you wake up and realize what you're missing, give me a call and we can figure out how to reintroduce you into Amora's life. You do not try to go around me and contact her yourself. I need to bee involved and we need to do what we can to make things comfortable for her." Kayla nodded, but didn't respond, so I said "Good-bye, Kayla," and turned to go back to my truck. "John," she called, and I turned in the middle of the walk to look back at the stranger who used to be my wife. "I'm sorry."

"I should let you know that your ex-husband is going to be present at the gala. And I am pretty sure you don't want to show up looking like someone who is still struggling without him, do you?" I felt like I had been stung when he said it does worse to me but I knew he was not wrong either. Artemis had taken everything from me including my pride and I did not want him to see me as the same broken woman that he fooled into jail. That was not going to happen but with the way this control freak was bossing me around, I found it hard to just say yes even though that was what I would have done if the circumstances were normal and this whole chaos was not there.

“To fresh starts. And no more emotionally constipated men.” Mia screamed in agreement. Natalie tilted her head back, downed her drink, and grinned. She felt…light. Having spent three years walking in eggshells around her so-called love sick husband. She finally felt free to behave however she pleaded. Meanwhile on the first floor, Liam still leaned against the railing, looking down at the party below with his friends beside him. His jaw clenched tight as he stared at his wife…. No his ex wife in disbelief. She was nothing like the woman he was married to for three years. She danced, she drank, she made jokes. Men hovered around her, flirting and smiling, and she didn’t turn them away.

Quite frankly, he still had me in the balls, but I had him at a vital jugular point. I was expecting Jeff at the office today. He was my realest man and my closet pal. I wanted his take on my involvement with my ex wife. I still loved Anna. Everything I did, I thought I was doing it for her own good. Hell was I wrong. Making amends was not an option, she was done with me. Notwithstanding, I still wanted her by my side even if it was as a business partner. “Man is your wife crazy. She broke my balls.” Jeff walked into my office with a limp and an amused scowl.

How could someone who once rejected me, forgot me, shattered me… come back so easily and redraw every corner of my world? Now I was his wife. On paper. Under the cameras. In the crossfire of gossip and whispers. I closed my eyes. The cold glass pressed against my temple, but it wasn’t cold enough to cool the heat in my throat. The world outside kept moving, but inside my head… everything overlapped. Five years building a life. Moving to Bali. Becoming a mother. Starting a business. Piecing everything back together. And now, with one signature and one amnesiac man ... I’m a pawn on a board that didn’t even belong to me.

“Yesterday.” He laughed, short and humorless. “I’ll start tomorrow. But Moore? Fair warning. Whatever I find, it might not be what you want to hear. From what I’m seeing, your ex-wife spent eight years clawing her way back from whatever hell she left. That kind of journey changes people. Hardens them. If you’re hoping to find some weakness you can exploit, some soft spot you can press, you might be disappointed.” “Just find the truth,” I said. “Whatever it is.”

"Wow! So just because her love was rejected by your ex-husband, she’s taking revenge by destroying your business? That’s ridiculous! So, what’s your plan now, my wife? Do you need my help?" To be continued…

We can use your colleagues to start it but you give me a little more time, my mother blurted out to my dad, “Hmmm, I quite understand it may not so easy to know you are the only woman that has ever stayed for long period of time. We must agree together and get evidences of his assault on you. Try and start recording on a daily basis please my wife.” “I am ready to have you back even now. If you ask me to come and pick you, I will do so; I have secretly been waiting for this day. I am the happiest man in the whole world. I felt like shouting, screaming, crying at the same time. I want the whole world to know that my wife is fully back, I pushed you unto doing this. I won’t put the whole blame