Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones

Chapter 1 Divorce Agreement

In the empty, spacious living room of the Sinclair residence, a figure was sitting by herself at the dining table.

The dishes on the dining table had turned cold and were heated multiple times.

Tabitha Jarvis checked the time. It was already nine o’clock in the evening, and the person she was waiting for was still not back.

Malcolm Sinclair was always busy. For the two years they were married, he would leave home early and return late, so they hardly ever had dinner together.

Today marked their second wedding anniversary and Malcolm called to say he would be coming back tonight.

Tabitha bustled around the kitchen for most of the day, preparing a table full of Malcolm’s favorite dishes.

“You’re back?” Tabitha greeted.

The door suddenly swung open. Tabitha noticed Malcolm not far away and stood up instinctively. Her voice sounded surprised and nervous, with a subtle hint of shyness.

Malcolm wore a neat suit with a long black windbreaker. The cold air from outside still clung to his body.

When he spotted the dishes on the table, his cold eyes warmed up. “Thanks for your effort. Actually, you didn’t have to make so much.”

Tabitha’s cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t bring herself to look directly into his bright eyes.

It was the first time Malcolm had come home since the night at the hotel.

That night, he got extremely drunk. When Tabitha woke up, she couldn’t help but flee in panic. Until now, she still hadn’t figured out how to face him.

“It’s our wedding anniversary today, after all. You’re back so late today. Are you busy with work?” Tabitha asked.

fact, she felt happy and touched that

said that physical contact between a man and

Malcolm was

Tabitha, but avoided answering her question and took out

a gift for you,”

pair of expensive amethyst

put into words how she

like it

ears pierced, she was delighted despite the anniversary gift being not so

to care about her, and she believed everything

glad you like

dining table. His fingers

taste good. Your cooking skills seem to

some more then,” Tabitha

She took the initiative to serve food for him,

by her bright smile, and his eyes landed on

Malcolm’s memory, Tabitha was weak and often sick. He remembered

you feeling these days?” he

been taking care of myself, and my health is much better than

heart felt as if it were wrapped in cotton candy—soft and

bites of

two years. Do you still

beginning, they agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives after marriage. If they found someone they liked in the

Tabitha nodded. “Yes.”