Can T Win Her Back Novels & Stories

“You can go home if this place reminds you of her.” “She was there too.” He taps my back. “You got it pretty bad, cuz. You’ll win Abby back, I promise you, Seb. You’re the kind of man who never gives up until he gets what he wants. And you will never give up on her now, now that she’s your wife, and I know she still loves you. Love won’t just vanish like that, man. I will help you with everything I can. You just have to pull yourself together and get back on the game. I’ll even kidnap her for you if I have to—”

“There’s nothing left. Just ashes. You think he’s sitting around waiting for your grand return? He got married, Nat. He built a life that doesn’t include you.” I exhaled, jaw tight. “I’m not going to beg him to take me back. I just need to go back to where it all started." “No,” she said, voice low. “You need to win. You need to prove that no matter how far he’s moved on, you’re still the girl he’ll never forget.” I didn’t deny it. Because maybe, just maybe… she was right. I turned back to the suitcase and zipped it closed. “I don’t need your permission.”

I pleaded before finally opening it. He didn’t say anything yet and I yearned for him to do so. To say anything. Finally he smiled, “I just cant help but go back to what just happened. I missed it for so long and I really don’t care what I lose now. As long as I win you back. Whenever you’re ready to give us a shot, I’d be waiting but until then, I’ll keep trying”

Because I could arrange for her to go back to her parents, that is if she wants that. Finding a place to sit down, I remember the moment we first met and realize that I couldn’t have changed it. We were meant to be together, and destiny’s hand has been played out. Now, I must man up and deal with the repercussions, because I am the one who messed everything up and no one else. “Now, how do I win her back?” I mutter while wracking my brain for an answer. While sitting there on a bench in the corner of the entry way, I see Omega Ian walking by and talking on the phone to someone. I overhear him say, “Baby, I got you something today and you will love it.”

She made her bed, she has to go lie in it! She hurt him deeply. And she knew no matter what she did, she couldn’t get him back. At least, not yet. She had to fix herself first and remove all her excess baggage. Someday, when she’s free, when things no longer seemed complicated with her life, she just might give it a try again…she can try to win him back. Because she knew that Justin deserved to be more than just the guy on the sidelines. However, it seemed that Justin’s recovery was coming at blinding speed. Every night, he was seen in bars, partying with his friends.

"She wants you back. Did she tell you that?" He shakes his head as his hand rises to still my fingers so that I'm able to cup the side of his face. "No." "She understands that she lost the best thing in her life and now wants it back. She wants you back." I shake my head. "I can't really blame her for that."

Unable to speak. Because nothing I had done since then— None of it— Had ever touched this. And now— I finally understood something that made everything feel impossible. I wasn’t just trying to win her back. I was trying to rebuild something… That had already died.

he said, with the measured sympathy he deployed so well, "have a habit of being careful when they want something back. It doesn't always mean they've changed." I looked at the pavement ahead. "I know that," I said. "I just think—" He paused. Calibrated. "You've worked so hard to build something here. Something that's yours. I'd hate to see you pulled back into something that cost you so much." It was the right thing to say. It was supportive and warm and entirely reasonable and there was something about it that sat slightly wrong, like a note played just a fraction off-key. This was the third time this week he had brought up Cassian unprompted.

But be rest assured there won’t be any betrayal, because I won’t bother you from henceforth. Her chest tightened as she read the words again and again, her vision blurring. I won’t bother you. She knew what that meant He had decided she wasn’t worth the fight anymore. And only then did it hit her, painfully and truthfully how deeply she had fallen for a man who had finally learned how to walk away from her. She sank onto the couch, her phone screen still glowing in her palm, and for the first time in a long time, Briella felt the sting of losing something she never admitted she wanted. Someone she loves.

"Fine. But think about what I said. You wanted her to be more ambitious, more impressive. Well, congratulations… she is. Now you just have to decide if you're man enough to win her back." I sank onto the couch, my head in my hands. “Fuck!”