Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novels & Stories

“Can't we go back to how we were before? Haven't I promised to change? What else do you want from me? Do you still want the divorce? Is that why you've been cranky since we returned home? Do you want me to sign —” “I don't want the divorce.” I set the throw pillow on the couch and turned toward him. “Weren't you the one against my decision to leave you? What? Are you finally willing to let me go?” I raised a brow. Gulping, he shook his head. “Of course not.” “So, you still want me as a husband, even though you know we can never return to how we were before?” He took his time responding. When he nodded, it felt as if it took a lot from him to do so.

Paige was in utter despair, and it didn't help that Cedric's mother doesn't like her, when she asked her about Cedric, she simply mocked her along with Marlynn the woman she had loved and wanted for her son. Paige was left with nothing. Six months ago, he returned home and the first thing he asked her for, was for her to sign divorce papers. To say Paige was shocked was an understatement, three years of waiting for him to return home only for him to come back and ask her to sign a divorce paper, so what about her? She has put her life on hold waiting for him to return, all that was just a waste.

I repeated. "I know," she whispered. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say anymore. How could I argue with that? How could I convince her to walk away when she was so stubborn about marrying me? She was obsessed with me! "Fine," I finally said, pulling my hands away and stepping back. "If this is really what you want, then so be it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Aria!” “Of course,” she said. “Damn it, Aria!” I cursed at her. “How much do you want? How much should I give you just to back out of this marriage thing?”

“Back then, my parents gave me money, and I used that money to invest in your company. Now, you’ve succeeded, but you never returned my fair share. In the past, I didn’t bring that up because you’re my husband, but now… “Jordan, I want a divorce!”

“If you really want her to return to your side, there’s only one universal way to do it.” “And that is?” I ask, sounding way too impatient even to my own ears. “It’s called pursuing the woman you love.” “You want me to pursue her?” I raise a brow, regretting his so-called advice already. “But she’s already my wife. What’s there to pursue now?” “Wrong. You two are divorced, aren’t you?” Dammit. How did I forget about that? Maybe that’s one of the other reasons she’s mad at me, too. Maybe she got the misunderstanding that I was the one who initiated the divorce. Maybe she thinks I’m still involved with Hannah.

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…"

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

"But coming here and seeing your condition, I thought maybe… just maybe you had changed, but of course I was wrong because yet again you didn't fail to remind me how much of a bastard you can be at times. And for that…" I held his gaze as I spoke, my chest rising slowly with every word. "I think I should do the one thing I failed to do right from the moment I came back." I paused to exhale deeply. "Divorce, that's what I want right now Marcus, and I mean it."

"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.

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.