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."

She was my wife in the past and now I want her back as my wife. "Ha! I thought that you had given up on all of this talk of divorce. Why are you asking me for a divorce again out of nowhere? I thought I already made it clear to you that I won't leave you? Do you have a new mistress that you want to be with? You know I really don't care which woman you are sleeping with currently. Just know that as long as they don't step into this house and try to become your wife it is none of my business!" Jolie said firmly.

And then he let out a soft chortle and added, “Regretting divorce is too late. I’m sure you’re not going to ask me to let her come back to you.” “If I want Olivia back, I won’t need your permission.” I faced him, irritated by his statement. Knowing still that he was only trying to provoke me, I couldn’t ignore those provocative words. “I have other ways to follow to make Olivia come back to me.” Actually, I don’t. Olivia now hates me to the core, and I dread the idea of asking her to come back to me, knowing that she will reject me on the spot. Besides, I’m not out of my mind to force a married woman to be with me. But at least, I should be allowed to acknowledge my son.

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!"

“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 think you guys can make this work. She's doing her best already” “She's not trust me, she only knows how to cook and take care of the house, I am a man, I need a good pussy all day to bang, i don't need a stick, if I didn't want to enjoy sex, I could have just gotten a toy, at least I'd know it's just me” “You can call this off.” Johnson finished his drink and ordered another. “It is too late for that. I already have Sarah. When I get back, I am filing for divorce. Rebecca can keep hoping. I do not care anymore. She can have the house if she wants. I just want out.”

"Please understand. What husband wouldn't be angry when his wife goes missing and suddenly returns home late, drunk, and hugging someone in the front yard? Do you think that's normal?" "I met him by chance at the club, and you should thank him for helping me so I didn't fall. Instead, you accused me of all sorts of things and acted recklessly like last night. Remember that I'll never forget all of this, and I'm tired of this marriage. If I may ask, just divorce me. I want to go back to Dad's house. You're not a good husband, and you've broken all your vows and promises when you married me."

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.

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.”