Divorced Husband Wants Me Back. Novels & Stories

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.

“What if it is a misunderstanding? You know how that sister of yours is,” the man said. “Brother, I want to go home,” Elaine said as she cried. “Home? Which home? You know that if you go back to Mr Sawyer’s mansion, he will just blame you for not being able to keep your husband and will support Rosa. Don’t forget that they might even force you to divorce your man. Are you ready to divorce him?” he asked, and Elaine kept quiet, making him sigh.

"Of course not. But I just wanted to know where you are staying to know what address to send the divorce pa..." "Before you do that you have to meet my conditions first." "...and that is?" He asked irritated. "I want my inheritance back, payment for moral damages for imprisoning me with false accusations, attempting to end my life and giving me difficulties in acquiring a job in this city." "That is outrageous! I didn't do all of that. You are just making it difficult for me to divorce you. Does staying married to me has it perks." "Being married to you doesn't give me any advantage instead it hinders me to live the life I want." As if on cue her phone rings. "I must take this she walk fu

She said sharply, "In case you forgot, you're actually my ex-husband. We're divorced. Quit talking about some genealogy book and ancestors and lineage. Do you think you're of some royal family to be even speaking of such things? This isn't medieval times. The divorce certificate is the only law and the law is higher than anyone else. If you dare to violate me again, I'll call the police. Do whatever you want if you aren't afraid of being humiliated. One more thing, I have hired two masters in martial arts to guard the second floor and they're starting work this evening. I want to prevent certain thieves and perverts from breaking in. Sorry that you have to do this, ex-husband. But, hurry the

When he looked back at me, he still didn't interrupt. "You don't get to decide one day that you want it back." "I know." His voice barely rose above the wind. I stepped away from the railing. "I can't pretend those three years of marriage never happened." I turned toward the rooftop door. Behind me, I heard him draw a breath. "I'm not giving up." He said. My hand rested on the door handle, but I didn't look back. "I'm not asking you to forget." His voice carried across the rooftop. "I'm going to earn another chance."

He stood in front of me and looked down at me with emotions I couldn’t name. “I’ll agree to what you want. I’ll…sign the divorce papers but in return…you will save Catherine’s son. Operate on him in exchange for the divorce.”

I wanted to court her healthily in ways she had never experienced. “You know I divorced my wife, right?” I asked, and her eyes went wide. We were mere inches apart, and I could see her face from this angle. Please don't push me away from you. Please don't be upset with me. Please tell me you want me to go on with the divorce and stay with you.

“You claim she disgusts you, and yet you want her back, don’t you?” “I don’t want her back! I don’t want to have anything to do with her ever again!” Thayer blurted out before he even realized what he was saying, and a smile crept onto my face. He finally admitted, indirectly, that he had divorced his wife and didn’t even want her back.