Can T Win Her Back Novels & Stories

“You probably won’t believe it even if I say it… But I really messed up. Big time.” “At least you know you screwed up. That counts for something.” I lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag. Smoke curled lazily into the air between us. “If you’re finally clear about how you feel about her, then you should be thinking about how to win her back.” “I just… I just don’t know where to start…” he mumbled, eyes downcast. His lashes cast long shadows over his face, making him look even more pitiful. "Come on, man. Chasing a woman isn’t rocket science."

Because of that, he was going to watch her get engaged to another man. His life truly had a ridiculous lay out. When something precious had been given to him on a gold platter he threw it away, and now that he’d realized it’s worth it was too late. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. But did he have any right to go on complaining? No, instead, he was determined to win it back. People who wasted time complaining over things lost had no potential to get up after a huge knock down and he wasn't one of those people. He was determined to win her back and make her stay by his side.

Regret, and the burning determination to win her back. Even if it was too late.

It hurts knowing she's detaching herself from me. Can I win her back? How do I do that if she doesn't let me in and prove my honesty? TBC.

― Tristan thought. "What should I do?" "Swallow your pride about her. Just accept it and win her back." Win her back? A movie of all their moments together played in Tristan's head. He remembered how difficult it was to win her over in the beginning, now he imagines he has to do it all over again?

She looked surprised, “How are you planning on fixing this? You can’t drive her out because she’s carrying your child Ashton and besides you and Arabella are already divorced. You can’t have her back.” “We are divorced, Mom not enemies. I made a mistake once but that doesn’t mean she won’t forgive me. She will, mom, I know Arabella very well. She’s one of a kind with a heart as pure as the sky, she will forgive me. I just need to act on it before it’s too late.” And I mean it. With Castillo hovering around her, I’m sure it would not take long before she falls for him. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. I will fight for Arabella and get her back.

Ethan smiled at her with devastating sincerity. It was the same smile that had once made Auri fall in love with him. Slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee in front of her where she sat on the sofa. Then he gently took both of her hands again and looked up at her with pleading eyes filled with obsession disguised as devotion. “I only want you to come back to me, Auri,” he whispered softly. “I want to make up for every mistake I made in the past and rebuild our family again.” His voice turned even gentler. “It hurts me seeing you suffer and cry like this.”

“It’s part of one.” She leaned back slightly in her chair, studying me now instead of just listening. “Then finish it.” I held her gaze for a second before continuing. “We have history together,” I said. “Not recent, not ongoing. But enough that she thinks she still has access.” Her eyes didn’t leave mine. “And does she?” “No.” She watched me for a moment longer, like she was deciding whether to believe it or not. “Then why is she back?” “Because she’s not here by accident.”

No other woman exists in my world anymore. From the first day she walked into my life with her messy hair and bright stubborn eyes, she captured my heart. And now she’s walking away, slipping through my fingers like water, and I can’t even breathe. But how do I win her back? How do I reach her without scaring her away completely? I can’t force her. I know that. No matter how desperately I want to pull her close and tell her she belongs with me, I can’t lock her into a love she isn’t ready to accept.

"I learned to." "You learned to? All of a sudden?" "If I wanted you back, I had to win you back. That takes hard work. " "And if you were to win me back?" "I'd never lose you. Never again." I exhaled, looking at our entertained hands as I rubbed his fingers. "You better do better than four years ago." I finally said. When I met his eyes, he was shocked. Surprised to the core. "You don't want to?" "No!" He said a little too loud for the restaurant, before apologizing. "No. No..." He exhaled a laugh. "Thank you. I'll do better. Way better. "