Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

It would definitely be an unwelcome part of our friendship. "Thank you," I say without looking at him before I climp the stairs to my room. How funny was it, that after four years, my ex-husband ( in my mind not on paper) and I were trying to be friends? If it would work, it'll be safe for us if there are no feelings to rekindle. I speak for myself when I say, a relationship is likely not to bud from my end again. A man is only allowed to hurt a woman once.

It was going to be very beautiful stuff to watch when I was finally done with his son. "Are you done with your disturbance? I could bet that you get a kick out of it. I am not cut out for stuff like this. There's a reason I separated from my ex-wife, you won't send me back to that spot. If we can't converse like decent human beings then we are going to have a lot of problems. Now I'm going to tell you this for free... We are only going to have this conversation once, finalize things and kickstart it." He declared its terms and conditions.

“What is it? Are you going to lock me in here with you? we have no connection anymore, we are divorced.” “That’s your definition of things and not mine, my point of view is that you look beautiful as always.” He kept coming close to me and I staggered a little and ended up with my back on the wall. “I have moved on so let me go.” “Ex-wife, I missed you.” He flipped my hair, I got these chills and he moved closer to me and my heart started beating so fast and boom someone opened the door. TBC

Despite that, he tried to act tough and said stubbornly, “I don’t know what you mean.” I smiled and stared at his nearly two-hundred-pound frame. “You should lose some weight. Grace is skinny. You wouldn’t want to crush her, would you?” His face immediately turned bright red. I was too tired to waste more words on him, so I said bluntly, “Aren’t you jealous of her dead husband? I’m just helping you out. “The divorce papers are on the table. Sign them quickly!” I looked around and said, “We still have two months left on the lease.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked, momentarily stunned, my mind scrambling to process her words. Mrs. Helen’s stern expression softened, her eyes crinkling with gentle regret. “Was that offensive? I didn’t mean to offend you, dear. I’m just… curious.” I let out a long, weary sigh, rubbing my temple as if I could massage away the sudden tension. “First of all, I have an ex-husband. And right now, I’m only dating one man.”

The Gina I know is always calm and respectful towards me, she will never raise her voice at me. “You are my wife Gina and I can do whatever I want with you because you will always be mine.” I made her understand the nature of things. She laughed like a psycho and went on saying, “Let me remind you, Liam, I’m your ex-wife and we divorced seven years ago.” “I know that and I want you back, come home with me.” I urged her, “Enough Liam, can you hear yourself speak at all? You want me to return to you just like that after seven years, are you high or something? Liam, this is my workspace, kindly leave or let me redirect you to my other colleague and never try to approach me again.”

“I​ just… I th‌ought‍ you needed…⁠ I mis‌s you. I see you hurting and I mi‍ss us.” “T⁠h⁠ere is no ‘us⁠’,” I spa​t​ the words. “Ther‍e h⁠as‍n’t been f​or years. I am‌ married. My husband is sick. A⁠nd you… you j⁠u⁠st tried to…” I couldn’t even s‍ay it‍.

My head jerked and I drifted back to memory lane. I knew this name so well. Just then he spoke again. "I need to spend some time at home, else my wife will start getting suspicious of what's not there, tell your cousin or someone to take you." He hissed, his voice low and a bit laced with tiredness as if the person was bugging him. I haven't been able to really comprehend anything they were talking about yet, but I sure know Liam had been getting involved with his Ex, the reason for his sudden change of attitude.

Just enough to make him flinch. And now you come back? Now you think you love him? She laughed. One short, bitter sound with no joy in it. You can go back, Ryan. Go back to them. He’s not yours to touch. Ryan flinched like she’d slapped him. Sandra, please. I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t You didn’t because you never cared or want to know,she cut him off. Don’t do this. Don’t pretend now. He stood up slow. Hands open, like he could catch all the years he’d dropped. I ’m asking for forgiveness. I’m begging you. Let me make it right please, let me be that kind of husband you want please l beg you

"He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore." Rita listened intently, her eyes filled with concern. She knew how deeply Stacy loved Nathan and how much they had once shared. Seeing her friend in such pain was making her excited, finally Nathan was going to be finally hers, she couldn't wait for them to divorce, so she could have him all by herself. "He might come around, Stacy," Rita reassured, but inside of her she was obviously leaping in joy. "Perhaps he's just going through a busy ph