Can T Win Me Back Novels & Stories

"I've begged you. I've tried to make up for my mistakes. I've done everything I can to fix what I broke. What more do you want from me, huh?" My heart twisted painfully. For a moment, I couldn't find my voice. He looked at me as though he genuinely expected an answer. As though all his apologies, all his attempts to win me back, could somehow erase everything that had happened. My lips trembled. "Does this apology change anything?" I asked quietly. His expression faltered. "Does it bring back my child?" I added, staring at him. Silence. I could feel the familiar ache ran it's claws through my chest once again.

Eight years after I left the country, I'm offered a fortune to come back. After a research symposium, I run into my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Grimsley. He proposes to me and asks me to give him another chance. My former colleagues from the research institute immediately start cheering, all of them waiting for me to burst into tears and say yes. After all, they remember how crazy I used to be about Ethan. Back then, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Apparently, they've forgotten what happened eight years ago. At a project showcase, I proposed to Ethan in front of everyone, only for him to turn me down without a hint of emotion. And that wasn't all. To help Michelle Lindberg, some

"One day, I'll win you back. I promise." But I was already walking away. It was sad that she still thought we could return to the past. Because what was done was done.

When Alexandra Klein hands Ron Drennan the divorce papers, he's busy on the phone, trying to placate his 52nd mistress. "Ron, I want a divorce. Sign these. Once the 30-day waiting period is up, we're done. We can stay out of each other's lives for good." "Mm-hmm." He takes the papers, flips straight to the last page, and signs without bothering to read them. "Okay, okay. I'll be right there," he murmurs into the phone as he gets up and grabs his jacket. He's already at the door by the time he hangs up. Then, as if something has just occurred to him, he turns back. "Oh, right. Lexi, what did you just have me sign?" He signed it without a second thought, and now he wants to know what he

“I’m sorry, Alicia. I can’t change the past, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right. Please, just give me a chance. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll fight for you, for Caleb, for us.” A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away, furious at myself for letting him affect me. No. I couldn’t let him in. Not again. “You can’t win me back with promises,” I said, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “You lost that right a long time ago. And you’ve lost your chance to be Caleb’s father. You don’t get to come back into our lives just because you’ve had a change of heart. You made your choice.”

His brother had taken everything, his company, his future, and now, the woman he had truly loved all along. The thought of losing her forever sent a wave of despair crashing over him. He wanted her back. He needed her back. He would do anything to make it right, to undo the damage he had caused. But was it too late? Was there any way to win her back now that Matthew had her? The answers eluded him as he reached for the bottle of whiskey again. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about the company that was rapidly crumbling, about the debts that were piling up, about the people who relied on him.

But that failure didn’t have to be the end of us. Whatever it took, I was winning my wife back. I’d find a way to fix this. For Owen. For her. For all of us.

I told Mark who nodded then walked away with me behind him. How can I get my girl back? what can I do for her to love me again

As if trapped in an invisible prison, he remained rooted to the spot as he told me, "Ms. Ingram, you can hate me." The second half of his statement had been too soft, and I'd forgotten it for too long. Now it suddenly thundered in my mind like lightning. He'd said, "But you will eventually return to me." Yes, I had ultimately returned from Westbrook to Northbrook. I was back to face the person I had wanted to escape since my youth. His love was just too intense, too direct, yet too rigid. I now frowned deeply with my lips pressed together, unsure of what to say.

“Well, I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep trying. And I’m going to win you back.” I folded my arms. “You’re wasting your time.”