Ex Husband Proposed Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

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."

Grandpa Pascal asked, his voice steady but curious. Alexander leaned back in his chair, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. “I want to start fresh with her, Grandpa. Redo everything.” He let out a soft chuckle, though it didn’t hide the hint of regret in his tone. “We could have another wedding, make new memories, and even renew our marriage certificates. You know, I never signed the divorce papers. I was just… stupid back then. I lost her because of my own mistakes.” Grandpa Pascal nodded thoughtfully, his wrinkled hands resting on his cane. “I’m glad you’re finally getting another chance. You two deserve it. What happened before—it could’ve been avoided, sure, but maybe it happened to

“But being with you again… It doesn’t feel wrong. I’m not carrying all that hurt around anymore. Maybe I’m just tired.” “Or maybe you’re starting to forgive me.” “Maybe,” she chuckled. “So we can try again?” She stared at me. “Properly, I mean,” I added. “The last time, we went straight to tying the knot but we could start with going out on dates first. After dating, I’ll propose to you and we can walk down the aisle again.” Gianna’s cheeks heated up. “You’re way ahead of yourself, thinking about marriage already.” “I can’t help it,” I shrugged playfully. “I miss being married to you.”

In fact, Jackson doesn't mind another father figure in their lives. Jackson and I are on good terms now. He called me over to a cafe a week after everything calmed down. We had a nice coffee together that felt almost like old times. He apologized again for hurting me during our marriage and for sitting back and watching his family hurt me. This time, though, he didn’t suggest that we should be together again.

Didn't I hear it wrong? "Uncle...Hmmm...I mean James.." "Don't call me by my name. Please call me by any lovey nickname you want." James protested slightly. I had called him Uncle, because he was my ex's uncle. Yes, Jack was my ex-boyfriend who was such a jerk, he had fucked another girl on our two year anniversary. And you know what? The girl he was fucking was my best friend. "So, what were you going to say?" My daydream was interrupted by James.

she said and I couldn’t believe my ears. It was the same man who had proposed to me for the second time. He was so enthusiastic about our second marriage. I thought he had changed. I always knew there was something off about it. I always knew there was something he wasn’t telling me. I always had a bad feeling about it. And here it was, right before me, exposing itself. “But why would my husband want to do that? He just recently proposed to me again,” I said, looking at her. She cleared her throat before speaking.

Dahlia POV I noticed the other day that my husband was very busy at the office. He's not as busy as he used to be, just now. Sometimes he was sleeping in his office. He doesn't even mention our second wedding anymore. I'm a bit sullen but I let it go. Maybe he will surprise me again like last time, when he came home from the Philippines. I was very happy then because he fulfilled our agreement that he would not spend more than a month there in New York. That day was perfect because he proposed to me again. That's when I realized that it has really changed and it will never hurt me again.

"is wrong." He kissed my jaw, his fingers running up to my left breast, caressing my skin softly above the thin cloth I was wearing. "Tell me. How is this wrong when I am your husband? We are married, Eve. And remember what you told me before? You don't care about your virtue, so why not play with me while it last? By doing so, there is a fair chance that you would end up forgetting that dumbass of an ex-boyfriend of yours. You see, I'm just proposing a sensible solution to our problem."

“Okay, what about Carla? Come on, there has to be some hope there.” “Nope. She got married last year after I broke things off with her, and I really don’t think her husband would appreciate me proposing to his wife.” “Yeah. I have a very clear Idea of how that conversation would go down.” He replied thoughtfully, and I really appreciated the effort he was putting into trying to help me but he had to trust me when I said that none of my exes were an option.