After Divorce Ex Wife Never Turns Back Novels & Stories

Quite frankly, he still had me in the balls, but I had him at a vital jugular point. I was expecting Jeff at the office today. He was my realest man and my closet pal. I wanted his take on my involvement with my ex wife. I still loved Anna. Everything I did, I thought I was doing it for her own good. Hell was I wrong. Making amends was not an option, she was done with me. Notwithstanding, I still wanted her by my side even if it was as a business partner. “Man is your wife crazy. She broke my balls.” Jeff walked into my office with a limp and an amused scowl.

I say with a smile. He hesitates, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty? I can’t really describe it. Then he exhales slowly. “She’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” The words hit me like a slap. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. She’s back. Of course. The woman he’s always loved. My stomach twists as reality crashes down on me. I should’ve known. This year of shared meals, laughter and companionship was nothing more than a dream. I was the placeholder.

He doesn't need anyone else to believe, he just needs his wife to believe. "I'm very, very sure it's not my child." Reino continued, trying to get his wife to sit down on the sofa. "Besides, if you're sure it's my child, you don't have to be afraid to get tested." Again, Reino's words hit Mary. She couldn't move when she heard that, but the other side of her became greedy. Mary had liked Reino from the beginning. She gave him everything. She made some mistakes while dating Reino, but it was not on purpose. That's why Mary wants to come back after a successful divorce.

And just like she'd disappeared five years ago, she was going to disappear from his sight the moment she got her hands on those shares, the moment they got divorced. She was going to leave him and return to the life she had before coming here. She was going to return to the man who made her smile and made her mutter his name while she slept. She was going to return to the man who she freely told she loved. And she was going to leave him all alone, again. Like a thin thread being pulled on, Cillian felt something within him being stretched. And the final pull came the moment that voice—the one he knew he shouldn't be listening to, after all, it led him to the white walls and ceiling of a hosp

“I think so. Just… trying to breathe.” “Good.” She sipped her wine and glanced across the room. “So… Sebastian. He’s your ex, right?” I hesitated. “Yes. We were married before.” “You two don’t act like enemies,” she noted, brows raised. “We’re not,” I said after a pause. “We’re trying not to be, anyway.” Susan smiled. “That’s rare. Usually, divorced people can’t stand the sight of each other.” I shrugged. “He’s complicated.”

She placed one hand on her chest, completely eradicating the nervousness she showed earlier. “You are my son's ex-wife, of course, you don't expect me to think too much about the things you left after your divorce. You've been back for months, and you never came back for them. Naturally, I thought you didn't need them anymore.” She said and blinked rapidly, turning her attention to the audience.

Emily, crying the night everything fell apart, mascara streaking her cheeks as I stood frozen, already ruined by my own cowardice. And now? Now she was standing in her restaurant, powerful and composed, still gentle, still kind. And I was still in love with her. I shook my head, hating myself for it. What was I doing? What kind of man keeps walking into his ex-wife’s restaurant just to see her smile? What kind of husband finds his heart skipping when she laughs again, when she tells him everything will be okay? What kind of father thinks about someone else when his son is waiting for him to come home and his wife is folding laundry in a house full of hope?

“Your body has not recovered. The miscarriage took a deep toll on you.” She hesitated before adding, “If you are not careful, you may not conceive again.” My heart dropped. She nodded again, explaining that when I had fallen, I had hit my stomach hard, almost affecting my womb, my uterus. I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. I had to plan. James did not want to divorce me. That much was clear. If he would not give me my freedom willingly, then I would take control another way. This was not the end. It was only the beginning.

“Yesterday.” He laughed, short and humorless. “I’ll start tomorrow. But Moore? Fair warning. Whatever I find, it might not be what you want to hear. From what I’m seeing, your ex-wife spent eight years clawing her way back from whatever hell she left. That kind of journey changes people. Hardens them. If you’re hoping to find some weakness you can exploit, some soft spot you can press, you might be disappointed.” “Just find the truth,” I said. “Whatever it is.”

The speed of the car was so fast that I arrived in just a few minutes. I picked up my bag from the car ready to go in there and began my work for today. Not to mention I was extra happy today, my husband was back to me and my marriage was still the same and nothing had changed. Either way, I still had some sullen feeling settled in my heart when I recalled that the girl was still in California. But Liam had promised me none of what had happened in previous days would ever happen again. Meaning whatever he had with her that led to that behavior was not there anymore, he had cut it off.