Novel & Cerita Divorced Husband Wants Me Back.

“Fine! If that is what you want, I’ll fucking do it. I’ll return all your family’s wealth and assets to you as soon as the divorce is finalized. Just do me a favor and pretend to be my wife in public. Let me find the perfect chance to tell them about our divorce, please.” He requested. “Fine!

I squeezed my eyes tightly, trying as hard as I could not to recall what had happened before flicking them open I let out sniffled noises when he stared at me shocked, "I listened as my husband banged into another woman who wasn't me, as he fucked someone who wasn't me and I came back here, waiting for you, waiting to talk to you…" " I do not want a divorce," I shook my head, objecting to what he had said earlier " I don't, I do not want one, all I am asking is you by my side, and we can start afresh so please…don't do this to me…your company still needs me, please…"

"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?

"Best husband? Last I checked, Angelo, you were the one who wanted a divorce, right? Why are you acting like I'm the bad one?" He didn't respond immediately. Sighing, he glanced around my property before turning to face me. "I realized too late how much you meant to me." "Huh?" "All I ask is for a chance to show to you that I'm genuinely serious about this. About us." "About us?" It was damned funny hearing him say that. "Who the hell even told you I want to get back with you?" "What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I will do it," he said, his tone desperate.

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.

Maybe it was selfish but he was the only one who could help me now. Aiden chuckled again before leaning forward, “champagne?” “No” I shook my head in the negative, “I am good. I only came to talk to you” “Typical Selena, always in a haste” “Yes, I am desperate at this point” I told him. “Hmmm, let’s hear you then” “I want to divorce my husband.” For a moment, even Aiden’s steady gaze faltered.

"In exchange for what?" His smile widened. "Come home, Maya. Where you belong." The words hit like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs despite my mental preparation. "You can't be serious." "Completely." He leaned forward, all pretense of casual indifference gone. "Withdraw the divorce petition. Move back in. Resume your position at Russo Designs. Everything returns to normal." "Normal," I echoed, tasting bitterness on my tongue. "You mean you controlling every aspect of my life? Taking credit for my work? Fucking my sister behind my back?"

I didn't respond to him, I just walked away. For a while, his words got stuck in my head. That's right. I know his father has a motive, hence, the reason why he approached me and made me an offer, marry him, give him an heir in exchange of wealth, status and power. I just need to be patient because I have my own plan as well. Once I give him a child, I'll divorce him. Take full custody of the child and walk away. When his son was maltreating me where exactly was he?

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

“Stop calling Charlotte that.” “Why? That’s what she is.” Natalie folded her arms. “You used to lie to them just to keep me away, claimed I was sick, busy, out of town. Now suddenly they want me back and you come running like a delivery boy? Haven’t you told them we’re divorced?” He looked away for half a second, jaw tight. “My father and grandmother insisted on seeing you. Believe me, I didn’t come here because I wanted to. But maybe you’re too busy entertaining your boy toy to listen.”