Wooing My Ex Wife Again Novel Anastasia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she cuts herself crying. He said something so low that I couldn't hear. Did he like me? What if I do? I don't think that was what he meant. Everything was already complicated as it was. "This is not over Xavier, we would be together before you know it," she said as I heard the stamping of heels coming to the door. I quickly hid. The door flung open revealing a very beautiful lady. She looked like a goddess. Making me doubt Xavier would ever choose me over her.

“You want me to marry Jimena, right? I booked a flight, and everything is ready; let's go get married now.” “What? But you just got—” “Let Jimena decide.” I cut off Mom and walked to Jimena. “I realized Jimena has always been the woman for me; Anastasia was never right for me. You were always right, and now I don't want to waste a second anymore; I want to call her my wife.” I said, and even though I was lying, it was what I was feeling at the moment. Anastasia decided to fuck someone just the first night of being single; I might as well return the favor.

My thoughts drifted back to Anastasia, staring out at the dark sky beyond the window. Was she on the pill? I’d have to warn Nico about her ex and the chance she might be carrying another man’s child. Best to wait until she got her period before tying the knot. Her eyes caught mine in the reflection on the glass. She didn’t flinch. I liked that. Most women either feared me or at least my reputation. Anastasia didn’t seem to care. In fact, she had more fire in her than anyone who’d dared defy me in the last decade. Would that same fire show behind closed doors?

I try to push the memory away as I walk but I can’t, his voice, his green eyes staring at me, his hands on my shoulders, his lips on mine… I take my hands to my lips, mesmerized that I can still taste him. “Well, I knew you were many things, but now I see that you are also a slut,” Anastasia says with her arms folded standing outside the store. Her voice startles me. I turn to face her, she is alone, I don’t know where Irina is. “Excuse me?” I ask confused. “Don’t play innocent with me. I just saw you kissing that cute boy. It’s the first time my son let’s you out and you are already making my Dimitri a cuckold. How dare you?” She says maliciously.

I said and ended the call. We arrived at Olivia's apartment after a few minutes' drive, and Chantel brought the bag to me. From there we went to the company and went upstairs to my apartment and I realized it was locked. I went down to my office for the spare key and returned to the apartment. I grabbed a few things and picked up my medicine box. I put them into a bag. I quickly changed into an all-black suit. I couldn't find my phone so I decided to buy a new one later. If I wanted to win my wife back, I needed to spend more time with her. I know it wasn't going to be easy. If she gains her memory, I know it will be over. But before that, I need to do something to awaken that love she once

Anastasia moved her hand from my jaw, flipping my face to the other side harshly, causing me to wince. I held onto my neck, glancing back at her with tears dancing around my eyeball. "Orpheus and I are set to marry, and soon I will be his wife and queen. That's the reason for my stay here, and you just happen to be the first person I plan on getting rid of. So enjoy your time with him while it lasts, because you will be gone from his side in no time." She threatens, hitting my shoulder as she walks past me, going down the stairs. Saoirse stared at me with hatred and anger in her eyes; I could see her jaw clenched together. She trailed behind Anastasia, hitting me in the process.

“We both like each other and clearly we both want each other. Then why are you wanting to keep a distance, Anastasia? And don't say it's because I'm married. I already told you my wife and I have no relationship for a long time now. I don't love my wife at all.” “It doesn't matter, sir.” Ana said, feeling frustrated and fought herself not to shed a tear. “It doesn't matter whether you love your wife or not. What matters is that you married her, you swore to be there for her, for better and for worse. Back then you loved her I suppose or you wouldn't have married her. And me, I won't feel good with myself knowing I would be involved with a man who is already married and betraying his wife. I.

“For you, Wildfire.” I took them slowly, smiling despite myself. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, voice low, brushing a brief kiss to my lips. It was soft, quick, but it still made my skin tingle. Anastasia cleared her throat loudly. “Okay, that’s my cue to go. My husband’s waiting, and I have to pretend I’m not jealous of your fairytale reunion.” We all laughed, and I walked over to the kitchen counter, placing the bouquet gently in a glass vase filled with water. “Thanks again for everything, Anas.”

Anastasia was needing me and I had to watch her. She was walking in my direction and my heart was pounding so fast inside my chest about that. When her wolf wanted to attack me, I won't fight and will do my best to dodge her. This is natural because Anastasia still practicing herself to control her wolf and I believe that she will be able to control it sooner. “Just focus yourself, Anastasia, on controlling your wolf,” I uttered and still staring into her green eyes. Damn, it was so hypnotizing. Just in a couple of minutes, Anastasia's human body has returned. She was lying on the ground, unconscious and naked.

She has appeared in front of me, and I will make her mine. I dial a familiar number. “Yeah, I need the details of Lance Stevens’ wife,” I say authoritatively the moment the call connected. “Send me the information as quickly as possible.” I hang up the phone and light a cigarette. I suck the smoke and stare out into the darkness, my mind replaying the events of the evening. I had her in my arms. Lance came all of a sudden and took her away from me. My left eye jumps. I don’t like it. She is the woman I like. And I will take her back. No Lance or anybody else can stop me from doing so.