Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

She sponsored me through University and never left my side for once. My phone buzzed and as I pulled it out of my bag, I was bombarded with a series of messages, from a strange number. It wasn't the first time it would be happening since I got married to a womanizer. Someone had taken it as a duty to send me pictures of Nathaniel and his arrays of girlfriends at hotels, restaurants, and airports. Maybe this person thinks I care when I actually don't. As I stared at the pictures, the more anxious and nervous I got. I just couldn't wait for four hours to pass before I saw him and told him I wanted a divorce. I better do it now. "Driver, please take me to my husband's office, I need to see him

“All I know is that my life has been a mess since she left me. I want her back. I want my wife back. You of all people know how much of a mess my life has been since she left me.” “That is why I called you here. You are a lawyer and my best friend. I want my wife back and I am ready to do anything. She says we are divorced but there is nothing legal to prove that. And that psycho that claims to be her boyfriend, I want him away from her. I really want my wife back.” “I’m a changed person now. Please help me.” He added when Jessie said nothing but stared at him. “So what do you want me to do?” “I don’t know. Anything that will make her come back to me. I didn’t sign any divorce papers, lettin

“I think so. Just… trying to breathe.” “Good.” She sipped her wine and glanced across the room. “So… Sebastian. He’s your ex, right?” I hesitated. “Yes. We were married before.” “You two don’t act like enemies,” she noted, brows raised. “We’re not,” I said after a pause. “We’re trying not to be, anyway.” Susan smiled. “That’s rare. Usually, divorced people can’t stand the sight of each other.” I shrugged. “He’s complicated.”

For some reason his whole focus changed from me to his ex-wife, he doesn’t want anything to do with me now that she has returned and I fucking hate it. He is the reason why I do not have a healthy relationship with my family—my father. I sacrificed everything to be with him and this, this is how he’s going to pay me. I’m not going to let that happen. Not on my watch. If he wants to get back with his ex-wife then he can only do that when I’m dead. But for now, it’s impossible. “Laura. Laura!” I jumped in my seat, as I snapped out of my thoughts.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

I respected his decision and let him be. Ironic that I now have to reach out to him for that same woman. “I think she sent me a message,” he said. “I’ll save her number and speak to her directly. I don’t need you as a middleman.” I shook my head. “One would think you would have moved on after all these years.” “Says the man trying to get back with his ex-wife. It seems you two aren’t meant to be. It’s time for you to step aside.”

I asked, and he sighed again. “To drive her away… I don’t want to believe we’re still married, so I’ll talk to my lawyer tomorrow. I saw her sign the papers before we separated. I gave her everything she wanted, even our marital home. I don’t know why she came back. I moved far away, yet here she is, ready to ruin my life again! I’m just glad Kairo’s already boarded the ship.” I hugged him and stroked his back. “Hey… Everything’s going to be fine. Your ex-wife won’t succeed with whatever she’s planning. Wait, there aren’t any valuables lying around here, are there?”

he said, his voice dangerously close to a shout. My skin burned under his grip. I shoved him off, fury burning in my chest. “Who are you that I shouldn’t walk out at?!” He glared, his voice rough when he spat back, “Your husband. Your ex-husband. And I want you back!” The words hit like a stone. I almost laughed at the audacity, but instead, I hissed, sharp and bitter.

The moment I stepped into the office, she glanced up from her laptop and gave me that knowing look—the one that made me feel like I was twelve and hiding secrets from my older sister. "So," she said casually, spinning her pen between her fingers, "did you finally talk to your ex-husband, or are you still pretending you don't feel things when he's around?" I let out a slow breath and slid into my chair. “We talked.” She raised an eyebrow. “And?” “And he said he wants me back.” Her jaw dropped, just a little, then she blinked like she hadn’t quite heard me right. “Back—as in, romantically?” I nodded slowly, and then leaned back in my chair, folding my arms. “He admitted he made a mistake. That

I asked him. "I'm fine baby," he answered briefly. "I already told you how many times to control your emotions right? I know your patience is short but baby you shouldn't have yelled at that woman." I said. "She deserves it, I told her to leave but she doesn't want to listen," "She's your ex right?" I asked him. "Yes," "She's back. What does she need?" I ask. "I just found out that she is back. She told me the reason why she left before and that she still loves me now."