All Chapters of Wanting his ex-wife back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Liam stared at her like she had grown two heads, for the past one year now, he has been asking her for divorce. Not only did she not agree she even went as far as threatening him with his father. Now she wants a divorce?What’s the sudden change of mind? Or is she up to another one of her tricks again?Liam didn’t speak, the sudden tension in the office made it hard to speak, he just kept staring blankly at her. “Why?”. He finally spoke, moving away from her as he took his seat behind the desk, gently resting his hand on it, giving her his full attention for the first time. Natalie bent over a little, placing her hand at the tip of the desk, tilting her head a little to the side as she studied his face. Her soon to be ex husband’s face, no doubt he was one of the most gorgeous men she has ever met. But with an attitude like his, it was a waste of look. “Having spent three years with you, I just realised you weren’t as perfect as I thought you were. And why? Haven’t you always wante

“Mr Brooks, are you backing out of the divorce now? I didn’t think you were such a coward”. Natalie said as soon as Liam picked up. Liam sighed, weariness creeping into his voice. “Mrs. Brooks, I don’t have the energy for your childish theatrics today. If this is just another—”“Why don’t you come to the courthouse and find out whether I’m joking?” she snapped.Natalie had dressed with intention that morning—a fitted, knee-length brown skirt paired with a crisp white blouse patterned in delicate florals. Her long, curly brown hair spilled down her back in soft waves. She had left her flat at dawn to make it to court on time, only to spend three frustrating hours waiting on a no-show husband.Seven unanswered calls later, Liam finally picked up.“So… you’re really going through with this?” His voice was quieter now, laced with disbelief. He’d assumed she was acting out of jealousy—again. Just another tantrum. But this felt different.When Liam arrived home that Friday, he half-expecte

“Cheers to my divorce and back to being single!”. Mia and Natalie burst into laughter, their glasses clinking under the flashing club lights. The music pulsed around them, a heady rhythm of freedom. Mia had gone all out, renting the entire club for Natalie’s “divorce party.” It’s been five years since she last stepped foot in a club, gone was the freaking fun woman she was. Gone was the buttoned-up, picture-perfect wife who carefully filtered every word and smile. Gone was the woman who swallowed silence and called it loyalty. Natalie stood radiant in the center of the chaos—draped in a figure-hugging black dress with a plunging neckline. Her makeup was flawless, her hair curled in soft, decadent waves that bounced with each laugh she let loose. She was surrounded by male dancers, all absurdly handsome, all fawning over her like she was royalty. And she was—tonight, at least. “To hell with him!” Natalie shouted, throwing her arm in the air like she was raising a toast Sh

Natalie blinked, still squinting against the daylight. Her eyes flicked from the bouquet of blue roses to the man holding them like a peace offering.He looked disgustingly well-rested. Clean shave. Fresh cologne. Button-down shirt open at the collar like he hadn’t just interrupted her hard-earned hangover recovery.“You have exactly five seconds to explain why you’re standing on my porch like a rejected rom-com lead,” she said flatly.He grinned. “Ouch. Harsh. But fair.”She crossed her arms, tugging her robe tighter around herself. “Who sent you? My mother? My brothers? Mia?”“Please,” he scoffed. “Do I look like I take orders from your family? At least invite me in, it’s been years since you last saw me”. Before she could argue, he stepped inside like he owned the place.“I haven’t invited you in yet,” she muttered, glaring at him as he casually strolled into her foyer, the scent of expensive cologne trailing after him.“Exactly.” He turned back to flash her a grin. “That’s how you

“Has it always been like this?” Noah asked, his voice low as he watched her across the table, waiting while the waiter disappeared to fetch their order. Natalie looked up, tilting her head slightly. “Like what?” He didn’t smile this time. Just studied her. “You being treated like the other woman.” She let out a soft, bitter laugh, swirling her wine. “Technically… I was the other woman.” Her voice was calm, almost detached. “I came in between them. If I’d known he was in love with someone else, I never would’ve agreed to the marriage.” Noah leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Don’t do that. Don’t carry guilt for a man who made his own choices.” His voice sharpened. “He said ‘yes.’ He signed the papers. He stood beside you at the altar. If anyone was betraying someone, it was him—not you.” Natalie looked down at her hands, silent for a beat. “Maybe,” she said softly, “but it didn’t stop them from blaming me. Acting like I forced the ring onto his finger.” She