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

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.

“Hold on, that’s not all I want. I’m not done with my claims.” “Oh, please. You must really think I’m an idiot to keep standing here listening to this bullshit,” I said to him with contempt. He was Rick, my ex-husband, the man who claimed to know where our son was. He had lured us here with a phone call and a picture, but now he was saying that he didn’t have him.

I had always checked on him, even though he was on a honeymoon I still reached out to him, my plan was to have him back in my life, I planned to do right by him, bring him into my home, train him to be a good leader and a better man than what his mother trained him to be but after finding out what he did to Maria, cheating on her with her sister and marrying her sister in Maria’s dress, going on a honeymoon, one that he initially planned with Maria, I couldn't help but get mad at my son, ignored him like he never existed, just until I got myself in check though. But today, I answered, “Hey son.” “I Uhm… I haven't heard from you in weeks, wanted to make sure you are still alive.” He muttered.

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.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

“And you. Meeting him without telling me?” “I do not need your permission,” I said calmly. “He is my son and he is safe with me.” “That’s not the point,” he snapped. “You don’t make those decisions anymore. He’s my son.” I stood up slowly. “He’s still my son too. That hasn’t changed.” Sebastian’s jaw tensed. “You walked out. You left this family.” “I left a marriage,” I said. “Not my son.” He scoffed. “And now what? You want to play happy family with Logan and Lily while pretending none of this happened?”