Wooing My Ex-wife Again Novel by Natalie Winter

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Anastasia’s words and actions were like a tight slap to my face. Every word, every act of hers spoke volumes of how much she hated me.

And I deserved it. Every bit of it.

I had hurt her, I had driven my girl away, forced her to listen to me when I should have talked it out with her.

But I had never imagined she would run away from me and hide in the human world for 5 years. Nor had I imagined that one day I would find her when I had given up on all hopes of finding her.

I was not sure how she still had this effect on me. But I was hanging onto every word of hers like a desperate idiot.

I wanted to see her smile at me again, and hear her laughter that would make my heart melt. She had always been strikingly beautiful and even after five years, she looked graceful and elegant.

And that little girl, no matter how hard I tried, I could not hate her. She might be some other man’s child but half of hers was still of my Ana. I desperately hoped that bit to be true.

Even if the thought that she could have let another man claim her made me so angry that I wanted to tear something apart or maybe just kill myself.

Because the other possibility would only bring chaos and destruction all over again.

Anastasia was the woman I thought I knew everything about and could not get enough of. Ever since her return to the werewolf world, I could not sit or think straight.

I had driven her away from the werewolf world but my stupid mistake of not leaving her any other way out made her run towards home.

I should have expected that. I should have sensed trapping her from all the sides would make her go to her parents.

But when I saw her after all these years, something overcame me. I could not stay away from her and already wanted to take her home with me.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

However, I could not. It was too risky.

And just seeing her, even if she would glare at me and want to push me away was enough. I was willing to live off the scraps she threw at me..

Thus, I waited patiently by the car, letting her take her sweet time to talk to her daughter. If only for

the sole reason of meeting my mother, she was going to come with me.

1 wanted to cherish those hours when she and I would be alone again.

“Because unlike him. I don’t forget people when it is convenient for me.”

That is what she told Lea when the little girl asked if I was her friend and why she was eager to meet my mother.

Oh, if only she knew.

I thought I was strong enough to see the hatred in her eyes and bear it. But I was not.

I had been so worried and terrified for her since the past five years and stupidly hoped that she would at least smile at me.

She did not.

At last, after five years, I was able to meet her again. Even if she scorned me.

I ran out of the room for some fresh air as I waited beside my car. The pack was rather quiet and I could see servants still cleaning what I assumed had been a grand welcome lunch in Anastasia’s honor.

She was being treated like a queen. As she deserved.

The soft click of her wedges made me return back to reality.

Anastasia wore a simple dress but she looked beautiful even in that. It was not a body hugging dress but I could very well notice her curves and slender waist.

She had maintained herself even after giving birth to a child and going through so much stress.

Anastasia cleared her throat as she asked, “Shall we?”

I nodded, “Of course”

I opened the door for her but she shook her head, “No need. I can do it myself.”

I nodded again and went back to the other side to slip into the driver’s seat.

Anastasia settled in her seat and closed the door before staring straight ahead. Her body language and posture were tense.

“The road that we usually take to my place is being dug up for some construction work, so we have to go through a long cut.”

I informed her. Anastasia looked at me in surprise.

“Oh, the one that went through that old eatery? Forgot its name.”

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I smiled. “Yes, Sandwiches & more. Do you still remember that place? You used to love the fries there.”

Anastasia shook her head, “I hate fries”

I tried to hide my smile as I turned the ignition on, I took the long scenic route for our drive which would take us a little over an hour.

Just as I had planned.

There were nice flourishing trees and a breeze that caressed her face as we drove by the street. There were few cars on the road and it was quiet and peaceful.

“Do you want to roll down the windows?” I asked her as she was staring out the window.

“Yes,” she answered and let the cool breeze sweep inside the car.

I drove silently for a few more minutes, enjoying the fact that we were together in a car after so

many years.

When we were dating, I would take her through this route as she loved this road. We had even stopped to the side once or twice and made out when things got too heated between us.

But now, the distance between us even if she was seated not even a few inches away from me made me sigh.

I was lost in thoughts and did not see a car suddenly appear out of nowhere and pass by in a blur. I noticed it a second late and took a sharp right to avoid getting hit by it.

Anastasia too had been admiring the scenery so she was almost thrown on me. The car passed by and I hit the brakes to avoid slamming into a nearby tree.

Meanwhile, I felt Anastasia’s hand and face pressed against my shoulder.

Her touch made a shiver of pleasure run up my spine but I focused hard on the tree and narrowly avoided getting slammed by turning the car to the left again, bringing us back on the road.

“Sorry about that” I whispered as she rubbed her forehead.

I raised my hand to rub the spot she was rubbing and asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “I am fine”

My fingers brushed her face and I could not resist the urge to cup her face. Her dove like eyes stared at me as Hooked back at her with concern.

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This was the closest I had gotten to her since we met again. And I failed to resist her charm again.

Her eyes went wide just a little as I observed her face and body to see if she had gotten hurt anywhere.

And surprisingly, she let me.

Or maybe she was just too shocked by the sudden nearness.

Either way, I took that chance like the greedy man I was and watched her, letting my brain commit to every single detail of her face, the way her eyes creased a little to the sides, the shuddered when I touched her, and the way her full lips were slightly parted.

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My face was barely inches away. I had imagined for days and weeks what it would be like to kiss her again.

And now her lips were barely a hair’s breadth away from mine.