Dear Ex Wife Wait For Me Novels & Stories

JENNA “What's happening mommy?” My fingers shook against the edge of my phone as I dialed my husband's number for the umpteenth time that minute. “David pick up!” I muttered under my breath, my voice cracking as the sound of two to five year olds running around rolled into my ears. I waited patiently for him to pick up but like all the other times I've called, the response I received was the same. Always the same. “Hello? You've reached David Parker, do well to drop a message after the ring.”

“And the only person you've talked about is your wife.” “Well...yeah.” “You really don't see it?” “See what?” Tears filled her eyes. “I've loved you for years.” I stared at her. For a second I genuinely thought I had heard wrong. “What?” “You heard me.” “No...” I shook my head. “Jessica...” “I was the one who stayed by your side through everything” she wiped her eyes “waiting for the day that you would finally see me.” “Stop.” “Why can’t you just notice me?”

he teased, his words dripping with amusement. Rita, on the other end of the line, responded eagerly, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and possessiveness. "Yes, darling," she replied, unable to hide her excitement. "I assume your clueless wife has gone off to her little get-together. She came to me, complaining about your distant behavior. I wanted to throttle her, but I held my composure. She stole you away from me, but I won't let you slip away again," Rita declared, her words laced with determination.

“Ethan, can you believe that woman left the house before anybody woke up and her maid won’t tell us where she is?" “I’m a chef, not a maid." Irene continued making her soup. She needed to make sure Autumn had warm meals when she came back from the hospital, but she could not let this opportunity of teaching these vile people a little lesson come first. Ethan’s gaze hardened as he stared at Irene. “Where is my wife?” Irene scoffed. So, now he remembers that she was his wife? “Like I told your mother, I’m a chef, not her babysitter."

That giving her two weeks is generous. But watching her leave thin and pale and broken makes me feel like exactly what she probably thinks I am. A bastard who couldn't even wait for his wife to heal before replacing her. My phone buzzes. Vivienne: How did it go? I stare at the message. What do I say? That my almost-ex-wife begged me to reconsider? That she cried and asked what she did wrong? That I felt like shit the entire time? I type: She's taking some time to process. Papers will be signed soon.

[Good morning beautiful, In just a few hours, you’ll walk down the aisle, and I’ll be standing there, waiting for you—just like I always should have been. I won’t lie, I’m impatient. I don’t want to wait another second to call you my wife again. But more than that, I’m grateful. Grateful that you gave me a second chance, that you still see something in me worth loving. Today isn’t just about vows—it’s about proving, every day for the rest of our lives, that I’ll never let you go again.

My eyes widened, almost popping out as I read the words. Good evening. From Valeria, your ex-wife. I know you miss me, and I’m coming back for you.

After her, he is the closest person I can consider a friend. He spitted out the drink and stared at me like I have grown two heads. “You mean Madeline Parker, your ex-wife?” He repeated my words in a question form. I cringed at how he called Madeline my ‘ex-wife’. We aren’t divorced yet. “Yes, she came to my office. To be honest, I didn’t expect her to cling on our marriage. It was a surprise for me. All these years, I lived with this thought that she forgot me and moved on in her life but she was actually waiting for me and now, I am feeling like a pathetic asshole.” I confessed, guilt pooled in my heart.

Raven "Woooh Someone is really angry today. Don't worry I know how to fix your mood dear hubby. Come home soon I am waiting for you." I intentionally Called for a staff meeting because I wanted her to wait a little bit more.

How dare she! “You are not going anywhere until you tell me how long you have been fooling me, Chase. Didn’t our marriage mean anything to you before you could make any drastic decisions about it? Let’s go home, baby. It is our marriage anniversary today. Your ex is just a craving that will pass. I will not be mad at you, I just want us to work on us,” Her tears streamed down to her cheeks.