Ex-husband And His Son Want Me Back Novels & Stories

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"How do you know about that?" "I know everything. I can make those debts disappear today. Or, I can make sure the people he owes come looking for him—and you. And Jaden." I felt like I was suffocating. "You’re blackmailing me? To do what? To be your wife again?" Leo leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "No. I don't want a wife who hates me. I want a mother for my son who is under my roof where I can see her. You will move into the estate. Today."

"I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything more from me, Aria. This is a marriage in name only. I will never love you!” She flinched at my words but in the end, she accepted my terms without complaints. “I understand, Richard. You don’t have to feel the same way before our wedding.” “Are you really crazy? You still have a chance to back out!” I shouted at her. “Who says I want to back out?” she responded with a question, and at that moment, I realized that Aria was the most infuriating woman I had the misfortune to meet. When I glanced at my father, I hoped he would realize that Aria was not the best choice for me, but it seemed he was satisfied with Aria’s reasoning.

He had waited a long time for five years and he didn't think he could anymore, his patience was running out. "Stacy is my wife, I'll bring her back home." He left the room without any other words. He understood his Father wanted to see Stacy again. They shared a great bond while she was still married to him, it was a Father and daughter bond. Thinking about her, his heart aches, he misses her greatly. Every night, he regretted ever cheating on her, but what was he to do? The deed was already done. She was gone and he was left with Rita and their daughter.

“What do you want?” “I want to see our son.” Leo replied, looking over my at Aiden's sleeping form. “My son, Leo. Correct yourself,” I snapped then inhaled deeply. “I don't want to yell because my son is sleeping.” “Let's face it, Allison. Aiden is my son just as much as he's yours. I'm his biological father and you can't change that no matter how much you hate me,” Leo retorted. “We can take this to court if you want.”

Besides these chores can easily be done by housekeepers my husband can afford to pay so I don't get why this woman keeps berating me for hiring housekeepers to take care of my home. Another reason why I don't want to be a housewife is because I have to work hard for my family's struggling perfume company which is now a subsidiary of Klein's family’s company. I cannot let my parents lose their hard-earned business because I want to stay at home and be a housewife. Never! “I don't know why my son is still married to you. If it were up to me, he would divorce you right here and now and I'll find him a more decent and obedient wife!”

“For seven months I’ve been trying to find a woman to bear an heir, but you always refuse.” Cristian fell silent. “It’s been seven months, Cristian. Seven months I’ve had to follow all your wishes.” “Don’t start again. I’m serious,” Jennifer said. “I want status. I want to be your wife, but that is after you get a woman who will bear an heir. I don’t want to get pregnant.” Cristian closed his eyes for a moment. “If you really love me,” Jennifer continued, “you will follow all my demands…”

“Celine, I know I hurt you before. I know I failed you in ways that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. But I’ve changed. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be the man you deserve.” Her chest tightened as she stared down at him, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her initial shock. “Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The memories of their first marriage came rushing back—the cold silences, the arguments, the pain of being ignored and unloved. But then there were the recent memories: Caleb’s laughter, his kindness, the way he had protected her and tried to make amends.

It was real. "And here is the best part," Richard leaned in, his breath hitting my face. "I have the files. My father kept everything. The police reports, the bank transfers, the cover-ups. I have it all locked in a secure vault." "Why are you telling me this?" My voice shook. I hated that it shook. "Because I want my wife back." I barked a harsh, disbelieving laugh. "You are insane." "I am serious." All the humor dropped from his face. "Leave him. Come back to me. We put Monica in jail, we rebuild the company, and we start over. Just you and me."

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.