Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novels & Stories

she thought and turned her back on him. Reid held her arm. “At least you should answer the little boy. Am I his daddy? Were you pregnant before divorcing me?” he interrogated, his face chiseled. He wants her back, not as a friend, but his wife again. He wants to set his eyes on her before going to bed and see her in the morning before he goes to work.

"After all the drama you've put up with to keep this marriage going, it's not impossible that you're now acting up again to try and prevent this divorce." I smiled faintly to hide the tightness in my chest at my husband's hurtful words. "Take it easy, Damon. You don't have to worry. I no longer love you. My once passionate love for you seems lost and eroded in the past two years due to your attitude. Now that we are officially divorced, you can get married without any obstacles from me. Congratulations to you both."

Slowly, he turned back, and I saw surprise flash across his face before it twisted into irritation. “And how does that concern you?” he asked coldly. Then he stepped closer, like he wanted to intimidate me into silence. “Why? What do you want now?” I closed my laptop slowly and stood up, meeting his eyes without flinching. “We’re still legally married,” I said flatly. “So you’re not bringing your whore here, you’re not to be seen with her publicly, and you’re not going to humiliate me in front of your father and my friends before this divorce is done.”

"Should I remind you that we are already divorced?" Unlike Emil, who was freaking out, I remained composed. "Didn't I tell you that our divorce was only a temporary arrangement? You are the one and only Mrs. Carson. I haven’t even taken off our wedding ring. Have you been so eager to run off with another man all this time? Why would you do something like that to me?" He showed me his right hand to back up his claims, flashing our wedding ring.

I tried to explain with a shaky voice. “You always get on my nerves, you woman. Leave my way!” He yelled at me. “Please there is something I need to tell you.” I pleaded as a tear ran down my left eye. “Keep whatever you want to say to yourself, I am not ready for any nonsense, right now.” He spoke so rudely and aggressively. I gulped before saying. “Just listen to what I want to say and I’ll do whatever you want, if it’s the divorce I’ll go ahead with it.” As those words left my lips he immediately paused and turned to me.

“Not tonight.” The maid hesitated, looking from me to Alex, then took the glass away. I could feel his gaze on me, weighing, measuring, trying to read between lines I wasn’t writing anymore. He set the divorce papers down, a faint frown between his eyebrows. “You don’t have to leave yet,” he said, as if it was that simple. “You can stay here a few more days if you need to figure things out. This house is still… yours. You’re still my wife, technically.”

It was as if she didn’t want to intrude but needed answers. “Just ask it” I threw out; my mouth filled with meatloaf. “What do you plan to do? After the divorce, I mean” I heaved a heavy sigh, “I’ve sure missed working a lot, you know. I intend to go back to everything I gave up because of Ryan” “So..you’ll be going back home?” I nod my head, “Yes, I’ll be going back home” Home…funny how I haven’t thought about it for a year now.

“Maybe you could be my nanny and help take care of me while I’m here? You could move back in for a while.” Move back in? I left with the intention of figuring out my next move after asking my husband for a divorce. A divorce that I needed after watching him constantly choose Charlotte over me. Even on our anniversary where I planned to tell him I was pregnant with his child. “That sounds like a fine resolution.” Leo smiles as he agrees with Charlotte. He wanted me back in the house. He had made that clear when I arrived with his demeanor.

"This isn't... I can't do this. I don't want to have any issues with your wife.” “I'm talking to my lawyer about my union with her. I will be getting divorced soon. You don't have to worry about it,” he informed me and I smacked my lips. Wasn't this funny? I could vividly remember the day his mother forced him to divorce me. Now, he was crawling back to me. “Isabella loves you. You can't leave her for a woman who doesn't see a future with you,” I disclosed and my breath caught in my throat.

Now, he felt adrift and without a home. "Iris, after our divorce, I couldn't eat or sleep well. I don't even feel like myself anymore." He stared into her eyes. "I've missed you so much. Your absence in my life tore at me, tormenting me. I can't deny that I still love you. As long as you come back to me, I'll forget anything ever happened. I don't care how many men you've been with during our time apart or the harsh words you've spoken to me. If you return, I'll call off the marriage with Fiora immediately. We can remarry, and I promise I'll never hurt you again. If you want to work, you can work in my law firm. You won't have to start from scratch; I'll make you a full-fledged lawyer right