Como Reconquistar A Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

My fingers closed around the cold grip of the revolver. Monica's eyes went to my hand. She saw the metal glint in the dim light. She stopped breathing. "Richard," she whispered. "No. Please. Look at me. I'm your wife." "Not anymore," I said. I raised the gun. My hand was rock steady. The barrel pointed directly at the center of her forehead. "You took everything from me," I said softly. "My company. My reputation. Claire. You took it all." "I can fix it!" She fell to her knees, hands clasped in prayer. "We can run! We can start over! David said he would help us!"

“The one before you. She told me I was cold. Incapable of real love. Too focused on work, too broken from watching my family’s empire nearly crumble when my father had his heart attack. I believed her for years. That’s why the contract made sense to me at first, clean boundaries, no messy feelings.” Amelia set her wine down and shifted closer, her hand resting on my thigh. “And now?” “Now I realize she was wrong. You cracked me open that first night in the hotel. Then again at my parents’ house. Every time you let me hold you, every time you trusted me with your fears… I stopped believing I was broken.” I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her cheekbone. “I want the real marriage, Amelia. No

Nova had not quite let us go either even when she moved on and got married; she had never, truly, let go. I pushed the box back under her bed and called the office. First, I had to make sure everyone was protected and then go hunt my girl down. When I saw her again, I had known that it was unlikely that her husband would mess that up. I thought no man who had that would be that stupid, but I knew that I would push my way in there and take her back if he did. I couldn't believe it when I found out just how much of a dumbass her husband was, but I was more than happy to take away what he didn't hold precious.

That girl claiming to be his wife must have alerted him about my return long before Theo or anyone else did—she seemed the type to get easily frightened. If she wanted to play the innocent, pregnant wife role, I would mobilize everything I had to remind Caspian of what we shared, regardless of whether he only considered me a friend’s sister. I was determined to rekindle our connection and make him realize what he would lose if he chose 'Selene'. Once we finished talking about whatever was behind my urge to meet him in the secluded gazebo where we used to sit, I planned to find Queen Jessica for confirmation on everything.

I knit my brows, feeling my body get numb with every heartbeat. “Don’t you understand why the rebounding experiment was a success in her case while it failed with every other couple? Why do they keep failing even today? Because there cannot be a better bond receptor than her. She is our key to hundreds of years of hard work and you wanted to keep her all for yourself? I can’t let my husband be so selfish. So I’ll do what you should have done ten years ago instead of what you did.” “What?” I looked at them, confused. I was highly alert to the portal beside me.

He grunted and was even more convinced that she did it on purpose. He did not stop. After all, they were legally husband and wife. A little play from her side would not hurt. She came to realize that Griffith had lost control of his desires. She could not help but lament inwardly. Did he really treat her as a tool to vent his desires? She did not expect to reach such a point in their relationship. She had requested for them to divorce many times, but he never took her seriously. Furious at the thought of it, she slapped him across the face when he loosened his grip.

I looked at the pictures till my eyes hurt and I thought about her replaying our moments together until my head hurt. I eventually picked myself up and faced my battles. Crystal was what motivated me to keep pushing. She was why I kept going on. When I was sure I was ready to face her after everything, my grandfather sent people after her but she was no where to be found. And a year ago, we discovered she was married to Eric Conner. I cried that night and got drunk for days but my grandfather stepped in and said it was enough. 'This is not how to get your woman back Midas. Getting drunk to stupor wouldn't solve anything Midas,' my grandfather had said one day while I was nursing my headache

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

He couldn't deny what his friend said, at least, not after how angry he was back there when he saw her with another man. "What should I do now?" He mumbled and sighed briefly. "Let's get her," He replied to himself before he made up his mind to do whatever it took him to get back now. He was going to fall in love with her, and make things right again. Waking up in the middle of the night and surfing the internet was really crazy, especially when he kept searching nonstop, how to treat a woman. 'How to get your ex-wife back' 'How to be a better man'