Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

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

But it sounded like a very good idea to me. “My son is hiding under the disguise of getting the company back, but what he wants the most is getting his ex-wife back to the extent that he’s already losing himself just to approve one or two things to her. I just want him to focus on getting the company back and not getting his ex-wife back, so if the both of us team up, you get your husband back and I get my son back.” It was finally beginning to make a lot of sense to me why he was saying all those things to me at the beginning of the conversation; he doesn’t like the idea of the both of them getting back together, which is a very good thing for me because at least I have him on my side now.

hugging her before going to my room; once I sat on the bed, my phone vibrated in my pocket; taking it out, I saw it was a text from Jacob, opening saw a picture taking a good look I saw it was my bag with a message attached to it “ wants it back?” Ugh, how the hell did I forget about my bag? It has my ID and bank cards in there; he knows I’m going to need it; texting him back, “What do you want?” Ex-husband:” What makes you think that I want something?” Me:” Because I know you; there's a good reason why you sent me the picture, so stop playing and tell me what you want.” Ex-husband “Ouch, testy much; can’t I just want to look out for my wife?”

I was in a dilemma; more like I didn't know what I wanted. “ It's not like I completely love her. I mean, I am married now, and she's married too. "My excuses were off balance. My whole expression showed I wanted my ex-wife back. “ Listen, Mr Cylde. I understand it is tough for you but I will give you a straight answer. I see you want your ex-wife back to yourself" he chuckled and continued. “ Things don't work like that, my friend. Opportunities missed may be difficult to get back. Consecrate on your wife, Laura instead.

Hearing all her confessions now, realizing she hadn't moved on, I felt bad. “A-And I’m sorry for coming back when your life is finally perfect—” “Shh!” I shushed her and pressed our foreheads together. “Shh! Don't…” She sobbed again, “No! I’m sorry, Tyler. I didn't mean to ruin your marriage. I didn't even expect you to come back to me. I only want our son to get better.” “Catherine…” Hearing all these makes it hard for me to breathe. “I didn't plan all these but now that you're with me, I don’t wanna waste this second chance. I want us to start anew, Tyler. Please give us another chance. I will fight for us this time. I will exhaust myself from fighting and I will never give up—”

We’ve been together for two years, and now he wants to end it just because his ex is back. I didn’t know how to process it—I loved him. Even though our marriage hasn’t been perfect, I always prayed we’d last forever. But now it seems my prayers won’t be answered. He just wants his ex-girlfriend, and my time with him means nothing compared to her. “Freddie, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly right now. Maybe we can go home and talk about it. Just tell me if I’ve done something wrong, and I’ll apologize,” I pleaded, desperate for anything that might work.

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

I’m not looking for another woman; I will do everything possible to win my wife back. "Ryan, do what feels right for you." The Mayor chimed in. "If you want a fresh start, you can go on a date with his daughter. But if you want to get your ex-wife back, then pursue that." I smiled at his words, what more would I have done without her? I'm definitely getting her back.

Exelle . . "I want you to be back, as my wife again, Xiellenna. I'm sorry. I truly am sorry. I know I've been a damn bastard, hurting you and leaving you behind. But right now, I genuinely want you back. I want to start a new life with you. I want everything to revolve around you, both tomorrow and in the future. I want to be the husband you always desired, Xiellenna. A real husband. The one you truly deserve," he proclaimed passionately.