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

What had made the man, who once seemed so arrogant back then, change his mind? Why did he want to bring back his family, whom he abandoned years ago? “I believe I should have a word with my client in private. Mr. Flynn, please wait here for a moment.” The old man moved, motioning for Sandra to follow him. Meanwhile, Andrew waited anxiously at his place, hoping that the old man's affair with his ex-wife would end quickly so he could carry out his plan. Bringing back his ex-wife and daughter to live with him like he always dreamed of. ***

I say with a smile. He hesitates, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty? I can’t really describe it. Then he exhales slowly. “She’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” The words hit me like a slap. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. She’s back. Of course. The woman he’s always loved. My stomach twists as reality crashes down on me. I should’ve known. This year of shared meals, laughter and companionship was nothing more than a dream. I was the placeholder.

He asked, his nostrils flaring. I waved my head, holding onto the towel that was wrapped around my breasts so it wouldn't slip off. Although there was nothing to hide. He is my husband. "He didn't. He shamelessly wanted me back in his life but I turned him down. Miguel slightly got involved but I think I succeeded in convincing him that he wasn't his. I made sure he understood that Miguel was your son. The child I had with you. I know he won't do the maths." My ex was never brilliant enough to think that far.

I held onto that year like it was proof that what we had wasn’t just a deal. So, when she came back, I didn’t hesitate. I took her back. I was happy when she came back. More than happy. I didn’t care about the past, didn’t care about the distance, didn’t care about the walls she put up between us. I told myself I could bear it. I could bear her anger, her silence, every sharp edge she threw at me, as long as she stayed. But this… This is different. This is a whole life she lived without me. A truth so big that it changes everything I thought I knew, everything I thought we were rebuilding. My wife has a child. And the worst part isn’t even the child.

He asks and I glare hard at him. Who the hell cares? What I want is for him to freaking get out. He chuckles. "I am going to be back because you are my wife, and the little boy you are carrying is my son, and we are one happy family. I don't know why you are trying to keep us apart and I don't know why you don't want me to know my son and why you don't want him to know me, but I promise you that this is not over. And like I said earlier, I am going to be back. Remember, you are still working with my company, except you feel you want to end your career right now by stopping the deal," he says, and this makes the fury within me increase.

I glared at my father, then looked at Armando and said, “No offense but I want my ex-husband back and you aren't exactly good-looking like him. So if you are here to get my hand in marriage, I can tell you now I won't marry you.” Father slammed his fist on his desk, making me jump a little. I hated when he did that. He liked the fear he saw in his victims and I won't let him get to me; there is no way in hell. I won't fucking marry this man just to make my father rich. I already have plans and they involve getting my husband back. I dont need my father interfering in my life. “Did you read today's news?” Father asked, slamming a magazine on his desk.

That was right,he and the crazy witch had a son together. “He'll be moving back to New York soon,” I blinked. First his ex wife moved back to New York. And then his son follows? What the hell was going on? Was he… “Are you breaking up with me?” His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. “God no. No I'm not. Why would you think that?” “I don't know,” I said, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I'm worried. I can't lose you, Gav.”

he urged. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, my heart aching with pain, I wondered how I could take my son away from my ex-husband. How could I face him again? "I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready to confront my ex-husband after everything he put me through," I confessed. "I will help you," he assured me. "I promised my son that I would bring him back soon, but I don't think now is the right time," I admitted. "Yes, I want you to be prepared. I want you to be stronger than ever before. Have you ever considered that you can become a better version of yourself?" he asked.

It wasn't until Christa tapped him lightly that he returned from whatever mental trip he had taken. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat, “So as I'm sure you all know, I went to court today with the intention of getting my son back from Marybeth, who is now my ex-wife.” He paused, his gaze landing on everyone as they stared at him, “But, that was not possible.” pause, “Because as it turns out, my son is dead. And he has been for a while now.” The room was quiet, for a moment at least, before everyone suddenly started talking at once, asking various questions. He raised his hand and they became quiet.

he asks stalking towards me. Digging my legs to the ground, I don't cower before this beast of a husband because I know what I am saying. "You should have stayed out of it, asshole, now, my son is gone," I mutter the shock of what I actually said hitting me like a ball. Shit. I've lost my son to my ex-boyfriend. "Well, if you hadn't whore yourself out to a man who is now after your family, we wouldn't have been here," he spits out in my face.