Novel & Cerita After Divorce My Ex Begs To Reconcile Novel

"I am different from you, Mr. Jonathan. I am in a relationship with anyone, he is my business partner. While you are ...." My words were paused briefly as I deliberately eyed Jonathan sarcastically. I knew he would take offense if I did this. However, I didn't care. "You even had a relationship with your ex in just one day," I replied. "You haven't given me a break since our divorce. I don't know what you've been doing with Zevana while our divorce papers were pending," I continued. I was right, Jonathan managed to take offense at my words. My satisfied smile curved as soon as I saw Jonathan wide-eyed in surprise. Perhaps, besides being offended, he must not have expected me to say that.

Without bothering to check the caller ID, Cedric answered the call in an ice-cold tone, "What is it?" "Come back immediately," Rebecca demanded over the phone in an unpleasant tone. Obviously, she had also seen the foreign news article. Cedric closed his eyes. "I don't have time for this!" Without needing to think, he knew what kind of bombardment awaited him if he returned to Johnson Manor now. On the other end of the phone, Rebecca shouted angrily, "This time, no matter what you say, you must divorce that woman!" What was the current situation? Articles like 'The Johnson Family's Young Madam Has an Affair and Requests Divorce from Mr. Johnson' were even more explosive than the previous art

I know my worth. I sniffed and gathered all my courage and anger to push him away. I eyed him deadly. “Why are you doing this, Noah?” He looked down. “I don’t know either, Paige. I-I withdrew the divorce petition. I don’t want you to leave. I want you in my house again. I want to wear the clothes you prepared for me. I want to taste your coffee again. I want you to continue tying my necktie… Paige, let’s start over again.”

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

“If Caleb is happy with it then I have no problem. I have signed the papers, call Caleb and tell him that. He is not supposed to remain outside his home any longer.” “Wait… wait… what?” Juliet stammered. “You mean, you finally got back to your senses?” Mrs. Cassandra muttered. “Yes,” I nodded. “I used to be mad that I and Caleb never work out but now I know that sometimes it’s better to let someone go.” A smile slowly formed on my ex-mother-in-law’s face. It broke into a grin and then a wild laughter. “I’m so happy you changed your mind. Congratulations on your divorce!” she yelled, grinning from ear to ear.

This wasn’t how I imagined love. A week passed after the divorce papers were drafted, and the house stopped feeling like his. I moved differently. I breathed differently. I no longer hovered around him, waiting for crumbs of attention like a starving dog. I no longer asked about his schedule, or stayed awake pretending I cared when he came home late smelling like another woman. I lived like someone who already had one foot out the door. Maxwell noticed the change, of course he did. Men like him always noticed when a woman stopped begging.

If she was already burning bridges, then she might as well burn this one completely. Lifting her chin, she spoke calmly. “I’m not doing that.” Marcus stilled. His brows drew together, as if he hadn’t heard her properly. “What?” he asked. “I’m not apologizing to Evander,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest. “And I’m not taking back my decision to divorce him.” She held his gaze. “Whether the company goes bankrupt or not… I’m divorcing Evander Hale.” For a moment, her father simply stared at her.

“You’ll do anything for my attention, won’t you? If you really wanted a divorce, would you have waited until now?” Do anything for his attention? Yes. That’s what she’d done for four years. She didn’t explain. Instead, she fired back, “Isn’t it obvious? Your lover’s back. This is the perfect timing.” She tried to walk past him again, but he grabbed her wrist harder. “Stop! Did I say you could leave?” Bellatrix stared at him, stunned. “Isn’t marrying Regina exactly what you’ve always wanted? So why are you angry now?” Cillian didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the divorce papers and tore them apart with force. He stepped closer, towering over her.

I insisted on staying here… with Gideon… my soon-to-be ex-husband. It’s been a week since I left the mansion. He probably thinks I’m doing just fine, but the truth couldn’t be more different. Every single day has been a struggle. He has no idea that I’ve come so close to wanting to tie myself to the bed just to stop myself from running back to him. From begging him to take me back. I still haven’t told his parents about the divorce because I honestly don’t know how to break the news to them. Especially his mother. I couldn’t fulfill the one thing she’d asked of me. I gave up. I got tired.

Lately, I had been doing more and more things that even I despised. The embezzlement. The losses. The lies. The truth was, I had been drowning for a long time now, and I had made sure to drag Emily down with me, even when I knew she deserved better. I had to delay the financial settlement of our divorce because of my situation. But did it even matter? She was with Damian now. I told myself I didn’t care. It’s over. I forced my fingers to move, gripping the edges of the photograph, my knuckles white with tension. Slowly, I tore it apart, watching as the pieces fluttered down onto the desk like remnants of something that no longer existed.