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

“It is now time for you to come back to your rightful place. Susan isn't his wife anymore and since you aren't married anymore, you can both rekindle things and…” I forcefully removed my hands from hers, staring at her incredulously before a scoff left my mouth. “Oh. I now understand what is happening here. Your beloved son could be locked in a psychiatrist's home any moment from now and you are looking for the perfect woman to stick by his side” She shook her head negatively, attempting to explain herself. “No, I know that we have all wronged you and…” I cut in, almost screaming at her. “You knew that you wronged me and the first thing you say to me is coming back to your awful son? Plus wh

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.

He’s done enough, but what if he’s the only one who can bring my son back? “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath. Then a number flashed on my screen. I answered it. “Hello, ex-wife!” My breath hitched—Felix. I swallowed hard. It was starting to come together. William wouldn’t just disappear into thin air. Someone took him. The best candidate would be that bastard. “Where is my son?” He chuckled. “You have always been smart. That’s one of the things I loved about you—the brains, the intelligence. And I want it back.”

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."

Her gown—slutty, too revealing—was exactly the kind of thing I would have rolled my eyes at years ago. “Good to have you back. By the way, this is my wife,” Damien said, pulling me closer. I straightened, ready to play my part. “Darling, who is she?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. “I’m Micah, Damien’s childhood sweetheart. And when did you remarry?” I smiled, tilting my head. “Sister, you’re a little outdated. Didn’t you hear the news? Evelyn Lockwood is back with her husband.” Her eyes widened. “She is the Evelyn?”

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.