Dear Ex Wife Wait For Me Novels & Stories

I wiped my tears roughly, I wasn’t going to sit here and cry anymore. I stood. “I’ll wait.” If it took minutes-fine. Hours-fine, All day-fine. If I leave now it will look like I don't care about my husband. I would wait for him to come out. Even if the receptionist smirked every time she looked my way. Even if people passing by stared, I will wait!! If he sees this, he will know I am a good wife and maybe help me if I ask for his help. *****_____***********

At one point, I even thought she would just end the call. Finally, in seemingly reckless abandon, she answered with a hoarse voice, “That’s right, I’m still here in the same city for the past three years. I never went overseas. But I do have a strong reason for doing this. “Don’t worry, Declan. I remember that I’m still your wife. “Give me two more weeks. I’ll come back and explain it to you in person.” I immediately rejected her. “I want to listen to your explanation now.”

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

I have to stand my ground and defend myself and my son because I can’t let history repeat itself. ************************************************************** Days turned to weeks as I waited for his return. I knew it was wrong. It felt so bad to crave someone the way I craved him, he was my ex for heaven’s sake but I did with so much intensity. All I wanted was to see him again but there was no sign of Nathan. I had waited for weeks wondering what was going on. I even got scared. Yes I hated him but I didn’t want him to die, he was the father of my son and the man I loved. I had to snap out of it. I knew I would see him soon.

“I really want my mother’s pottery pieces. They’re the only thing I have left of her. I hope Rachel forgives me. I think she will. She has to.” I kissed her forehead, then her tear-streaked cheeks. “She will. We’ll make this right. I promise.” She eventually calmed down, her breathing evening out as exhaustion took over. I held her until she fell asleep in my arms, her body finally relaxing against mine. I stayed awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, wondering how much more my wife could take before she broke completely. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it carefully, not wanting to wake her. The screen lit up with a new message from an unknown number.

“Thank you so much, mom. I won't let you down on this.” She held on to me by the side, “Dad, same with you. I will maximize the opportunity to make this reality.” I smiled. “I can always count on you, my future daughter-in-law. Oh! My daughter-in-law, 5 days is already here, and so I am free to address you with that.”

I muttered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My phone rang again. The hospital. I answered immediately. “We need you here as soon as possible,” the doctor said. “We’ve found a suitable sperm from your husband for the IVF. Please come quickly.” For a second, everything else faded. My breath caught, something small and fragile rising in my chest before I could stop it. This was it. What I had been waiting for. A chance. I could be a mom, finally. My fingers tightened around the phone, a faint, almost disbelieving smile threatening to form—Then the images flashed back. Sebastian with her. The way he left me here.

“Sign it. After that, we will never had a relationship anymore and just treat ourselves as strangers if we meet by chance on the street” Xiara bit her lips hard, blood oozing out, she gathered up her courage and walked to where her husband-no, ex-husband is seated, grabbing the divorcement paper that was let out inside the envelope with both hands, her fingers trembled as she tightly clasp the golden fountain pen that was handed to her by her now ex-husband starting from the moment she signed the divorcement paper in her hands.

Her soft voice carried through the phone. “ Well, I appreciate it, you didn't have to do that” I say to her “ its always my pleasure to cook for my wife” I sneak that In there. Sucking her teeth at me “ Exwife, I don't know why you act like you forgot” “ Oh love, I didn't forget, I just sooner or later you'll be my wife” I say to her with confidence, its something that im working on, it's a slow process but I'll get there.