All Chapters of Chasing My Run Away Wife After Regret. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven.

REYNA I was speechless; that is exactly how he left me. I have never met someone as annoying as him. Veins popped on my forehead. ' Calm down, you have a board meeting to attend.' I chanted in my head over and over again. Reyna: Stop stalking me, Alex. Unknown: I am not stalking you all I did was send flowers to my dear wife. With the nerves he has, I took a deep breath to relax. Reyna: I am not your wife. Unknown: last I checked I didn't sign any divorce documents. . That was it; the truth was that Alex and our divorce was not finalized and what happened between Theo and I was a short-term contract, but unfortunately, he died. Why love life was fucked up? The last thing I needed was an annoying ex-husband. Reyna: Don't you ever contact me again and stay the hell away. He was still typing, and I knew whatever he was about to reply would definitely get on my nerves. I blocked his number immediately. My grip on my phone released and I muttered some calming words to
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Chapter Twelve.

Chapter 12: Reyna's POV: Sitting across from Mr. Orlov in the stone-walled conference room, I asked. "How did you know Alex?" Mr. Orlov’s lips curled into a half-smile, the kind that gave nothing away. "From a lot of places." He replied. I waited for more, for even a crumb of elaboration, but he offered nothing. Just silence and that unsettling smile. My mind raced. Barely five people knew about my wedding to Alex. It was the most private ceremony—no grand ballroom, no paparazzi, just us whispering vows in a secluded chapel. So how did Mr. Orlov know? I forced the thought aside. I was here for business, not to dissect ghosts of my past. Alex had consumed too much of my mind lately, and I needed to break free of that. I needed to focus. "Right.” I cleared my throat, opening the black folder on the table. "As I mentioned earlier, this collaboration could benefit both our companies significantly. Your distribution channels and my firm's innovative product lines are a perfect ma
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Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter 13Alex:For days now, I couldn't find peace. It was as if my mind had turned against me, conjuring memories of Reyna at every turn. I couldn’t walk down the halls of my home without hearing her laughter echo against the walls. The kitchen still smelled faintly of her vanilla and jasmine perfume, and my bed—our bed—felt cold.It was my fault. All of it.Losing Reyna was a mistake I could never forgive myself for. I betrayed and shredded the trust that she had given to me so freely, and for what? A fleeting moment with Chloe? For days now, I have been following her. Pathetic, I know. But what else could I do? I didn’t have the courage to approach her, not after what I had done. So, I settled for watching her from afar. However, today, I finally mustered up the courage to face her. To say something, anything that might lessen the weight in my chest. And bring her back to me.I drove to her company, rehearsing apologies and explanations under my breath, but the moment I saw
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Chapter Fourteen.

Chapter 14Reyna's POV:I laughed. No, I scoffed—loudly. It burst out of me, loud and unrestrained, echoing through the empty hallway of the conference room. "Escort me home?" I mocked. "You want to escort me home like you care? Like you ever cared?" "What's this, Alex? A sudden fit of morality? A redemption arc? Do you think holding back a scumbag like Orlov makes you a hero? You pathetic little bastard." I spat the words out. "Where was this savior act when I was drowning in your lies? When I begged you to choose me, to love me, to at least see me? Oh, but no, the only thing you saw was your ambition, your precious company, and my own best friend—but never your wife."I took a step closer, watching him as I circled him like a predator. "And now, here you are, dressed in your expensive guilt, thinking a jacket over my shoulders will erase everything? Do you think I'm that stupid?"His mouth opened, but I didn't give him the chance. "Stay away from my life, Alex. I don’t need you.
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Chapter Fifteen.

Chapter 15Alex’s POV:Leaning back in my chair, with fingers steepled under my chin as I stared blankly at the wall of my office. The sound of my phone buzzing broke my thoughts.My assistant, Samuel's voice came through. "Sir, we received a call from Ms. Reyna’s assistant."My grip tightened around his phone. Reyna?"She had all the roses thrown out and… uh... And… there’s talk of a restraining order if you keep being ‘stubborn.’"I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t surprised, not entirely. Reyna was furious, and she had every right to be. But a restraining order? That was low—even for her."Sir? What should I—"“Cancel my meetings.” I interrupted. “I’m heading out.”I ended the call, grabbed my car keys, and strode out of the building.Soon, I was driving out of the parking lot. With one hand on the steering wheel while the other tapped a restless rhythm against my thigh.I wasn’t the kind of man to dwell on emotions, but as I drove through the streets, my mind kept circling back to her.
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Chapter Sixteen.

Chapter 16Reyna's POV:Walking out of my office, I kept my strides steady. But inside? My heart pounded loudly.Alex had tensed the moment Chelsea mentioned my visitor. The flicker of fury in his eyes was brief but unmistakable. That alone sent a twisted sense of satisfaction curling through me.Let him stew in it.If he thought he could bulldoze his way back into my life with flowers and unexpected visits, he was in for a rude awakening.What I didn't expect, however, was for Richard Fontaine to actually show up.The moment I stepped into the waiting area, my eyes locked onto him.Dark suit. Polished shoes. That same infuriatingly self-assured posture.Richard turned just as I appeared, his lips stretching into a smirk. “You’re a hard woman to track down, Reyna,” He said smoothly, as if this were some grand reunion instead of an unwelcome intrusion.I folded my arms. “I wasn’t hiding, Richard. I was avoiding you. There’s a difference.”Richard Fontaine. CEO of Fontaine Enterprises.
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Chapter Seventeen.

Chapter 17Reyna's POV:8:00 PM – LE JARDIN:I arrived at Le Jardin precisely on time, my black dress hugging my curvy frame tightly. The maître d’ led me through the restaurant, past flickering candlelight and hushed conversations, to a private dining room at the back. The doors swung open, revealing Richard already seated, leaning back in his chair like a king surveying his kingdom."Ah, Reyna," He greeted smoothly, rising to take my hand. He brought it toward his lips, but I pulled back before he could make contact."Let’s skip the pleasantries," I said, sliding into my seat. "What do you really want, Richard?"He chuckled, settling back into his chair."Straight to business. I like that."A waiter arrived, pouring wine into two crystal glasses. Richard lifted his glass in a silent toast."To new beginnings?"I ignored the gesture."Talk."He sighed dramatically, swirling the red liquid in his glass."Alright, alright. The merger. It’s not just about business, you know."My brow
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Chapter Eighteen.

Chapter 18 Alex's POV: When I opened my eyes, the first thing I registered was pain. A dull, persistent pounding against my skull, as if someone had taken a hammer to my head. My body ached, sore in places I didn’t even know could hurt. And my mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but my muscles protested. What the hell happened last night? My mind was sluggishly struggling to piece together the fragmented memories. I remembered the bar. Then Reyna. I could still picture her standing in front of me, and the way she had looked at me—cold and indifferent—like I was nothing to her. Then… the taxi. And then… nothing. My mind was blank after that. The moment I shifted, a wave of nausea hit me hard. I barely had time to scramble out of bed before I lunged toward the bathroom, dropping to my knees as I barfed violently into the toilet. My body shook as I emptied my stomach, the bitter taste making me gag even more. When the convulsions fina
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Chapter Nineteen.

Chapter 19 Alex's POV: What the hell was I thinking? How did I ever let myself get involved with such a madwoman? For the first time in a long while, I found myself questioning every decision I had made up until this point. Chloe was nothing short of a disaster. No—she was worse than that. A catastrophe. If I had to compare her to Reyna, even with all the deception and manipulation Reyna had pulled in the past, she was still nowhere near as vile as Chloe. At least Reyna had treated me like a husband. At least she had acted like a decent woman. Even if it was all an act, she had never brought this kind of madness into my life. I exhaled, trying to calm the rage bubbling in my chest, but it was impossible. Not after what I woke up to this morning. Shattered glass. Furniture ripped to pieces. My cars—destroyed. The entire driveway looked like a war zone. And Chloe was nowhere to be found. Grabbing my wallet and phone, I rushed out of the house, making sure to lock the gate behind m
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Chapter Twenty.

Chapter 20 Reyna's POV: The past few weeks had been… frustrating. Not because of my business, not because of the relentless board meetings or the media trying to get a piece of my life, but because of him. Alex. Every damn thing he did got under my skin, and I hated it. I hated the way he still had an effect on me. Each time I saw a bouquet of roses in my office or at home, I tossed it away with coldly, pretending it meant nothing. But the truth? The truth was that each time I threw them away, my chest ached just a little. Each time I heard him apologize, I clenched my fists, telling myself to remain indifferent. And each time I ignored his texts, calls, and the excuses he desperately tried to explain, a part of me—a large part—whispered, What if? I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself he was still the same man who had broken me, the man I had no reason to forgive. And yet, here I was, staring at myself in the mirror, dressed for a dinner he had asked for. This was it. Th
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