Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novels & Stories

“I’m married. You’re married. You’re mad because your husband’s cheating. I’m mad because she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.” “Then she’s not your girlfriend,” I say flatly. “Exactly,” he replies. “But I want her back. She used to do things for me my wife never even tried. Your husband isn’t giving that up.” I think about the way Shane looked at her, the way he held her, and I shake my head. “No. He’s not.” He watches me carefully. “So what do you want?” I lean forward slightly. “I want my husband back. And if that means ruining whatever this is, I will. Even a little public announcement about your daughter. ”

I was divorced! I handed the divorce paper back to Ethan. "I never want to have anything to do with you again! Not in this life or the next life."

“I’m not coming back to you Gabriel. Please, just move on. I married Easton with my heart and I shall remain his wife.” I told him and the hurt in his eyes burnt my heart. “I will never give up on us!” He blurted out, holding my arms tighter. I pressed my lips together, holding back tears. “You’ll see Melda, you’ll see how far I’ll go to get us back together.” He whimpered, putting his forehead on my shoulder as he sobbed painfully. My ex husband desperately wanted me back but did I want to go back to him?

He argued. " Ok, may be, I did that, but our marriage was absolutely legal and we are not divorced. " I replied with a shrug. " Then divorce her... " He said forcefully and glared at me as if he was trying to intimidate me. " Not in this lifetime. I love her and want my wife back. " I shook my head coolly and smiled.

he reached out, maybe trying to hold my hand but I moved away before he could touch me. "We'll only have to present ourselves to the public as a couple. No one knows about the divorce except for our lawyers and it will be that way for the next year. We might sign an agreement if you want and after a year, we go our separate ways," I was speechless. I didn't even know what to think or even say. What he was asking of me was impossible. "Is there a reason why you want us to pretend to still be married?" "Yes, Alicia,"

Their eyes that screamed his much she doesn't longer need me in her life. "Are you sure?" "As I have said earlier. I don't know why you are doing all of these, but these acts isn't going to stop me from getting divorced." She made it clear to me. I realized I needed to gain her back into my arms by all means ans maybe that'd stop her from getting divorced with me As I have said, I don't care who is the father of the child in her. As long as I'd have her back into my arms that'd be enough for me.

"Aimee, she's not getting me back. I don't want her. I've told you this already. And I don't know how to be more convincing. I've told her repeatedly that I don't want to be a family with her, that I don't want her back. I can't help it that she's a stubborn bitch who doesn't listen. Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. I promise. There's nothing for you to worry about." She stared at him but didn't say anything. The truth was, she didn't know what else he could do, either. Or what she wanted him to do. She just wanted her life to return to what it was before his wife showed back up. "I want you to divorce her for starters. Finish the process."

“Stop by and ruin it. Even if she manipulated the divorce, you just proved her point. If this gets out, chances are she’ll get a restraining order. Is this what you truly want?” “I just want my wife back. That’s all.” “Well, that’s never going to happen. Meet someone else. Fall in love. Heck have another kid, I’m sure you can do that.” He shoots me a cold glare. That doesn’t stop the grin on my face. “Forget her. She’s done with you.” “Very encouraging, son. You have your mother’s sharp tongue.” “I’m just being honest.” “Shelve your honesty.” I try to be calm and amicable outside, but deep down I know that trouble is brewing.

Just enough to make him flinch. And now you come back? Now you think you love him? She laughed. One short, bitter sound with no joy in it. You can go back, Ryan. Go back to them. He’s not yours to touch. Ryan flinched like she’d slapped him. Sandra, please. I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t You didn’t because you never cared or want to know,she cut him off. Don’t do this. Don’t pretend now. He stood up slow. Hands open, like he could catch all the years he’d dropped. I ’m asking for forgiveness. I’m begging you. Let me make it right please, let me be that kind of husband you want please l beg you