Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novelas e Histórias

He closed his eyes, her accusations dragging him back to a past he wished he could rewrite. FlashBack Alexander stood in his office, staring at the divorce papers Ava had left behind. Linda stood at the doorway, her arms crossed, her lips curled in a smug smile. “She’ll come back if she truly loves you,” Linda had said, her voice dripping with calculated indifference. “You’re better off without her anyway. You don’t need someone who can’t handle the pressure of your world while I am here”

“Well, well. Are you here on a date already?” Ella turned and froze. Richard. And beside him, of course, was Sophia—his fiancée and the woman who had been at the center of their divorce. Ella rose slowly, almost as if she were in a daze. “Oh, please,” Sophia sneered. “Dressing like this just to meet another man? What a quick rebound.” Ella opened her mouth, desperate to explain, but Richard’s cold, contemptuous gaze silenced her. “I didn’t think you’d stoop this low,” he spat. “We just finalized the divorce, and you’re already out here throwing yourself at another man? Disgusting.”

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

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.”

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.”

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

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.