Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novels & Stories

“Give me back my daughter.” His expression hardened, but I didn’t back down. “And after that…” I drew a deep breath, swallowing the sob that threatened to escape. “I want a divorce.”

“What do you mean?” “Your former crush called you a few hours ago, but you didn’t take her calls.” “My former…” he trailed off. “Your wife?” “I wish,” I mumbled. “We are divorced.” “Oh,” he was quiet for a while. “Ooh, but you’re helping her anyway?” “I’m hoping we can get back together.” Charlotte slapped my shoulder, but I ignored her. “Anyway, she needs your help. Are you in the city?” “No, but I can fly back by next week.”

“I don’t even know the reason why I came here in the first place. I don’t have reasons to come back anymore. I hated this place. Oh, maybe I wanted to see for myself that they’re gone for good!” “They’re gone. As of this moment, my lawyers are processing the divorce, and they won’t get even a cent from me.” “I don’t care even if you give them all your assets. But father, what do you want from me exactly?” I was vibrating with anger that all he wanted was me to return. Why couldn’t he just tell me the reasons why he was so desperate to have me back all of a sudden? “I want nothing more than to have you back.” I could feel the anticipation rolling in waves inside him, in his eyes, but it wasn’

he added. “Thank you Sam, that means a lot coming from you,” I replied. Then I paused for a moment, my smile leaving my face as I said to him, “I also wanted to tell you that Clara and I are divorced.” “What?” He asked, his cheerful smile leaving his face, “Is this another one of Clara’s tantrums? Look,” he said, taking my hand in his, “whatever awful things she might have said to you, she didn't mean it. Just ignore whatever papers she may have asked you to sign.”

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

After a long pause, he replied, "I will give you one last chance. I'll let things slide if you move back here." Charlotte sighed and said, "No, thank you." She was reminded about the time they had just gotten married; he was drunk and called her name. But hearing his arrogant voice was just off-putting. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. As I said before, let's get divorced as quickly as possible. Preferably by tomorrow morning." With that, she hung up. Back in the mansion, Griffith was leaning on the sofa. He furrowed his brow, looking at the blank phone screen. He closed his eyes and tossed his phone onto the couch.

Since she had mentioned marriage, Sidney was determined to ask again. If she refused, he wouldn’t press further. Maria quietly observed him, then asked, "Sidney, are you really sure? I’m pretty unpredictable. One day, I might just get bored of you, and then we’ll have to get divorced." His eyes were full of sincerity as he responded, "I’ve thought it through. I want to marry you. I’ll do everything I can to make our marriage work and never let you feel tired of me. I want us to go the distance together."

Silent stretches in the atmosphere for several moments before he finally loses his patience with me and continues his journey to the closet after giving me a reproachful headshake. “I want a divorce.”

her eyes flicked deliberately to my stomach, “…he is afraid you’ll be upset. So he has to put it on hold for now.” Each syllable landed like a stone against my chest. My hands slid over my belly instinctively, protective, as if I could shield the child inside me from her words. My ears buzzed, the restaurant noise fading into a dull roar. She leaned forward, her fingers tightening around my hand with faux intimacy. “But I finally got back to him,” she whispered, as though we were co-conspirators sharing a secret, “and I don’t want to waste time waiting. Please do me a favour…” her smile widened, “and divorce him, okay?”

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.