Ex Husband Proposed Again Novels & Stories

"You like it." "I do." I closed the proposal folder. "I am going to say yes. To the partnership. To the risk. To all of it." "Good. Now let me tell you the real reason I came over." Sophie pulled out her phone. "Your ex-husband gave an interview to Harbor City Business Journal." My stomach dropped. "What?" "Came out an hour ago. Want me to read it or do you want to see for yourself?" "Read it. I do not want to see his face right now."

I was sucker for good and comforting guys that I instantly grew a crush on him after consoling me during my parent’s funeral. Let’s just say I never got over my infatuation on him. It only grew when he got married, got divorced and became a bankrupt man after his wife cheated on him with his own father (I know it was truly scandalous). His company is also facing backlash after his ex-wife and father stole millions of money from their company. Anyhow, I thought I should offer him a proposal or help since I am an established millionaire at the bright age of 25. But, the man was hell-bent on declining my offers.

He looked thinner than I remembered, older, but his smile was the same predatory curve that had once made my heart race. "You look beautiful," he said as I sat down. "Success suits you." "Let's skip the small talk." I kept my hands folded in my lap to hide their trembling. "What do you want?" "Can't a man have dinner with his wife?" "Ex-wife. The divorce was finalised last week." Something flickered across his face—surprise, hurt, or maybe just irritation that his information was old. "Congratulations on the hospital funding," he said, signalling the waiter for wine. "Six million dollars. Quite impressive."

I am so shocked that I didn't realize he's still talking, "Elle, I know I've not been a good husband to you. Forgive me for the sins I've done for I never wanted to hurt you in purpose. I've been a monster because of bitterness and grief but you helped me change. Now, I am offering you my heart for I am ready to be with you.” He held my hand in his and kiss them. His lips leaving trails of blood as he caressed my fingers, his lips pressed to the back of my hand as he whispered, “ I want to raise Jacob together with you, and probably have another child in the future if we could. I want to spend those days of sickness and loneliness with you, those holidays of happiness and celebrations and bi

“Will you describe to me what your wife’s reaction is? Once she learned what happened between us, Mr. Ellis?” “Of course, if we meet again.” Wearing his last piece of clothing, he takes another good look at my naked body. He moves towards me and places a kiss on my temple. “How about you wait for me here, teacher? I will just ensure my son is safe at home. And then, I will return here.” “You can just tell your wife to pick him up for today. Then, you can stay with me,” I suggest. “We can have more rounds.” His face brightens up. “As tempting as that sounds, my ex-wife can’t do that,” he answers. “So, call me again, teacher. I really think that we will enjoy these moments together. However…”

Uncle Matt hissed contemptuously. I nodded. The reminder that my ex-wife now belongs to someone else leaves an unbearable ache in my heart. “You should get married, too.” He suggested. “Don’t give Briana the idea that you are still moping for her. Britney’s a great girl. She had been waiting for you for years to be ready. Isn’t it time to put her out of her misery?” Something inside me ticked. I don’t know. It must be because I hated it when people tried to sway me to their way of thinking.

"What could you possibly want after all this time, Noah?" The return of her ex-husband to the city was something she had never even thought was possible. But not only had he done that, but he was now actively coming after her? Olivia knew a lot of things about Noah Grant, and one of them was that he never did anything without a very good reason. So what exactly could have made him come back to a wife he had abused and disregarded for so long?

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.