Amazing Ex Wife: Come Back Please Novels & Stories

He’s still my husband. **** ~Unknown~ *Flashback* It was a regular day in Los Angeles chilling with my dudes when an expensive car pulled over in my hangout. This was a shocking twist since no one has ever dared to come to this dangerous part of the neighbourhood. “I’ll go check this fish out”

"No Adams, I don't believe any of what you're saying to me right now, and even if she's returned with a baby, how sure are you that the child is yours, do not forget that Alicia has been away for many years now, it's so obvious that she must have moved on with her life because I see no reason why she wouldn't do that, so that child you think belongs to you, or rather, you claim belongs to you isn't yours Adams." Adams shook his head sadly. "I don't care what you think or say mother, Alicia is back and I'm not giving up on her this time, I'm not going to listen to whatever nonsense you have to say like the first time because all I want is my ex wife back and I'm going to do everything it take

I said. “So does he find someone better?” Stacey smiled and nodded. “He went back to his ex-wife after realizing that although she wasn’t perfect, she was still better,” Unease curled low in my stomach as my face scrunched. “Weird series though. I don’t think I would be watching but the title?” “I don’t really remember but when we see next, I’ll tell you the title.”

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.

“Don’t let me see you get this close to another man again. Otherwise, you know what I’ll do.” He leaned closer to her, and his low voice rang beside her ear. “And don’t let me know if anything happens between you and them.” She bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood, and she could barely keep herself calm. She looked at him and said, “You already have a wife and a son, but now you are making such a request to your ex-wife, who was once pregnant with your child but was forced to jump from the penthouse and had a miscarriage. Don’t you think you are too despicable?”

"I miss the old days and I miss you. Please give me another opportunity. Stella? Why don't you speak up?" Clarence laughed hysterically. Her ex-husband was there. "Do you a chance to die?" he asked, holding the phone up to his ear. After a brief wait, the person on the other end hung up. The other person had obviously been so terrified that he immediately hung up. Why did that woman develop feelings for a man like that? She had remarried but retained the child. She was incredibly foolish. Clarence’s eyes clouded as he realized there was a child inside her. She continued to adore her ex-husband since she retained the child. Would she respond to her ex-husband if he approached her pleading for

“Hubby, this is not a misunderstanding, you begged for me to come back and now I’m here. Our son needs his mother after all.” Silence, as thick as a year long unattended forest, settled over the room. Grayson’s eyes met mine, sadness, worry and a silent plea, but neither of it mattered. He had a wife, he was still married to his ex, the same ex that he had been strung on for years even after their separation, the same ex with whom he had a son he loves more than his own life. And now she was back, to take back her home.

“I pray she returns. She made a terrible choice marrying that man, Ethan. He’s a beast. And his new wife—those two wouldn’t let us go, even after getting rid of our daughter.” Her eyes reddened at the memory of the last few years. “That’s not what I mean,” he replied firmly. “Our daughter is really back. She’s back. My Alicia is back—my child is back.” His wife’s face tightened with worry. She thought he was hallucinating again. Lowering her head, she wiped her tears and said softly, “We’ll get you treatment, I promise. I won’t watch you suffer. I’ll find a way to make money for us.”

The thing, much like the first realization, was unpleasant, even more unpleasant than the first if you asked her. And what was that? The fact that her ex husband, the very same one who had dumbed shit on her head for six horrible years of their marriage, was becoming a thorn in the side and one, that she dare say, saw staying in her life for a long while to come. So, when she walked into her office and found the man, back turned to her, as he admired the trophies and awards she had acquired in such little time being back in the business industry, Amara didn’t even have the strength to cause a scene.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. If your mother hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you.” He hums, pretending to think, and then he says with a sarcastic tone, “Such a good little wife.” I glare at him. “Ex-wife.” “Not yet.” His voice is smug, and I hate the way it sends a shiver down my spine. “We still have time before the paperwork is finalized.” “Not in any way that matters,” I snap. “Now, just give me the damn documents so I can leave.” Alex sighs dramatically. “You used to be much more pleasant. What happened?”