Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novels & Stories

When she asked why I seemed off, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and spilled everything that had been on my mind all day. I arched one of my brows, waiting for her to continue. “Make them fall for each other,” she suggested. “Once your wife starts giving her attention to someone else, there’s a high possibility that she might be the one to initiate the divorce. Doesn’t that sound perfect?” I considered her suggestion carefully. Given the situation, it could actually work to my advantage. If it was successful, Amanda and I could finally be together again. We’d get married, and we’d build a life together just as we had always dreamed.

I opened my mouth a few times before managing to form words. "I...I will sign them when we get home. Buteo, I came here today because... there's something I have to tell you." His jaw tightened. "I am not interested in your excuses." He pushed the door open and gestured toward the outside. "I expect the divorce papers to be signed when I get home. You will receive a quarter of my assets for two years of playing the role of my wife. Get out." My hands shot up to stop the door. I shook my head repeatedly, tears threatening to spill. "Leo, please. You can't do this. You can't divorce me. Let's fix our marriage."

“It wasn’t the beginning.” “I know that,” I cut in quickly. “I came back.” His eyes flicker slightly. “Yes.” My Heart Pounds “Why?” The question feels heavier than anything else. Because this is it. This is the answer I’ve been chasing. His Answer “Because you needed me.” Silence Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving. I Shake My Head “That doesn’t make sense.” My voice rises slightly. Frustration slipping through. “I had a husband.” The word feels strange on my tongue now.

I say with a smile. He hesitates, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty? I can’t really describe it. Then he exhales slowly. “She’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” The words hit me like a slap. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. She’s back. Of course. The woman he’s always loved. My stomach twists as reality crashes down on me. I should’ve known. This year of shared meals, laughter and companionship was nothing more than a dream. I was the placeholder.

Only now did she realize how much she loved him—when it was already too late. "I see," Kim said gently. "Is there anything I can do for you?" He knew Edge had collapsed, but he still treated her with respect. "I want to know…" Hera's voice broke. "My husband… Our divorce was forced. We lived apart for 30 days, and today was the deadline. It's over now, legally. But is there still a way to get him back?" Her voice trembled. "Whatever it takes, I'll do it. If I have to sue him, I will. I don't know anything about this, so please, help me!"

I was pregnant with his child when he chased me out of the house and divorced me because his wife was pregnant. Now that the child they were expecting got miscarried, he wanted to come back to me and for what? “Don’t you dare call me your wife, Lucius! Santino is my husband. If he hears this gibberish, he will scold you. So, stay away from me and stop calling me.” “I don’t care if you’re married to the president of the country. If I want you, I will do everything I can to get you back. I was married to you before he came along and took you from me, but I’ll get you back from him.”

He said, looking up at me with what sounded like sincerity. "You’re welcome, sir. But that’s not why I wanted to see you." He set his glass down and stared at me. "You want me to help you talk to my daughter?" He asked, taking me by surprise. "Well, I came here because I wanted to thank you for your hard work. If you want my daughter back, then go get her. I wasn’t there when you both got divorced." He stood up, strode toward me, and halted. “You are a man. You should get her back if you truly want her back.” He said. With that, he turned and made his way out of the room.

Something broke inside my ribs. I snarled, stepping back as her body slipped from my hold. “You really want a divorce?” “Isn’t it obvious?” she shot back, crossing her arms. “This was arranged from the beginning, and I wanted nothing to do with you.” “Liar,” I scoffed, shoving my hands into my pockets. I didn’t know what was going on with my wife but I was determined to get her back. Gripping the fabric of my pants, I forced a smile. “Fine. Let’s get a divorce.”

He would listen to her conversation the entire evening and see if she would still call him that. "He was sorry. He apologized and to show how remorseful he was, he returned my documents and papers signed by my father to me as the co heir of Mo's business. He knew I had children and they are products of that night. He wants me to make him the father of my kids. Lastly, he wants me to come back to him as his wife. He was going to be through with the divource processes with his wife and then I will return to be my his side as his wife.