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Chasing My Divorced Ex Wife

"You're not doing this on my birthday, are you?" I asked Quinn, my eyes covered in tears as I watched him glare at me with disdain. "You aren't leaving me dejected after sacrificing three whole years of my life with you!" "And I'm giving you a life to be free, isn't that way better?" He asked in return, stretching the dreadful file towards me. "Consider this a birthday gift and leave. I'm going to specifically make sure you get all the benefits associated with the divorce." "You're .." "Leave Anastasia." He interrupted mildly. "Leave now and say nothing else.. you can have the Ferrari or any of the Estates in Paris as part of the compensation.. just go." ** Anastasia Beverly thought she had found her happily ever after when she married the successful and charismatic Quinn. But five years later, her dream life is unravelling. Her husband's attention is elsewhere, and his heart seems lost to a ghost from the past-his first love, Veronica Rodriguez. On what should have been a day of celebration, Anastasia's birthday becomes a nightmare as Quinn comes home late, drunk, and distant. When he hands her divorce papers, her world shatters. Left with no choice but to pick up the pieces, Anastasia discovers a strength she never knew she had. As she rebuilds her life and carves out her own success, she becomes someone that even Quinn can't ignore. But just as Anastasia rises to prominence, Quinn realises too late what he has lost. Now, he is desperate to win back the woman he once took for granted. But can he rekindle a flame that he extinguished, or is he too late to mend the heart he broke?
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Chapter 6

Three Years LaterAna

"Mommy, can I take this with me to the new house?" Moon asked, raising his wooden doll as his eyes sparked in excitement.

I couldn't possibly refuse him anything, he looked so cute asking for a favor, I'd feel like a heartless person to say no to him.

"Of course baby, you can bring all your toys if you want," I replied with a smile and gently smoothed his plum cheeks and he ran towards his toy house to gather all his toys.

"What time are they coming?" Grandma Mira asked from behind and I turned to meet her gaze.

"They'll be here by two pm. Don't worry about the time, we'll move everything today. The truck is ginormous." I assured Grandma Mira who was taking glances at her wristwatch.

"I know. I just don't want us to get there late so that everything can be arranged today and we can hold the party tomorrow." She replied, stating her concern.

We were going back to New York, a place that held many memories for both Grandma Mira and me.

I'd left New York after my divorce to Los Angeles and it was time to go back to New York. Specifically, because I intend to set up my business in the heart of the city.

Grandma Mira asked to set up a welcome party slash housewarming party since we renovated our old house into a mansion. It was a perfect way to let our old friends and acquaintances know that we were back and also come to celebrate with us.

"We'll get there on time and everything will be done as planned. Terry sent a text to let me know that he has gotten all we need for the party tomorrow so we don't need to run around when we get home." I assured and she finally let out a smile.

After I was sure that she wasn't worried any longer, I proceeded into the house to check if there was anything we'd failed to pack.

By exactly two pm, the truck drove into the compound and we began filling it with our belongings and soon enough, we were on our way to New York.

The busy streets reminded me of my struggling years before Quinn approached me and asked me to marry him.

I swallowed hard, pushing the thoughts away from my mind.

It was a new chapter for me now, Quinn was a past chapter, he's just a bad memory in my past.

I glanced at Moon who rested his head on my stomach and held onto my index finger with caution.

He was unusually calm and I knew that it was because of the long journey, he'd not driven this long before. I let out a slight smile before wrapping my arm around his body.

In no time we got to the mansion and I couldn't help but smile at the good work I'd done with the house that was previously looking wretched.

A deep sigh escaped my mouth as I stepped out of the vehicle.

'It feels good to be successful after all.' I smiled to myself, looking at what I'd achieved in the space of three years.

The men got to work and the place began to come together.

Grandma Mira went ahead to review the things she needed for her party the next day and confirmed that everything was available while I discussed business with Terry.

"I told them that you'd be able to see them tomorrow at the party so they agreed to come for the party," Terry informed me while we strolled to the backyard.

"Thank you so much, Terry, I don't know what I'd have done without you," I remarked with sincerity.

"It's nothing, Ana, your happiness is my happiness. Whatever it'll take to make you happy, I'll do it." He assured me and I couldn't help but smile at his words.

"You've done enough already Terry, let me take it up from here." I appreciated his help but I couldn't let him do everything for me.

I'd learned how to cook exquisite dishes from Terry and I also opened a restaurant and I'd been getting clients rush, most thanks to Terry for his impute and good words to his friends and colleagues.

Terry was a food judge on one of the most popular food channels so he had lots of people who'd try out whatever he recommended.

However, we concluded that New York would be a perfect place to set up my restaurant as he had more grounds and influence there.

"What do you say to Chipotle for dinner?" I asked with a smile and he nodded in acknowledgment.

"I would never say no to Chipotle."

"Great!"

We walked into the house to help out.

After we had a hearty meal, we sat in the living room and decided to watch some news and relax.

This was a new city, we needed to know what was going on.

I turned on the smart television and tuned in to the biggest news channel and the familiar image of Quinn appeared boldly on the large screen.

I could feel both Grandma Mira and Terry's eyes on me, I was grateful that Moon was asleep already.

I quickly changed the channel but the image of the handsome multi-millionaire barely left my mind. The headline was talking about his net worth or something like that.

It was none of my business and would never be.

After three years of not seeing even a picture, the first day I step foot into New York, the first thing I see is Quinn on my big screen.

'Just great!'

Flashbacks of his cold treatment towards me flooded my memory and I felt the hatred I had for him resurface.

Even after three years, his words still echoed clearly in my ears.

I got up from the cushion and made my way to my room but Grandma Mira's voice called behind.

"Ana? Are you okay?"

Had I reacted openly to seeing Quinn's picture?

"I'm good, just tired. Goodnight." I replied still walking away and I could hear Terry leave as well.

I slumped onto my soft bed and lay there motionless while my mind processed the various possibilities of coming across Quinn in New York City.

I had to control myself at the sight of him, I needed to keep my feelings intact for the sake of my son- Moon.

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