Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

She was my exact type now. Everything I'd ever wanted in a woman. And yes, I'd noticed. "You want her back," Isabella accused me, reading my silence correctly. "You're standing here threatening to divorce me because you want your ex-wife back." "I can't have her back even if I wanted to," I shot back angrily because it was the truth. "She's married to my brother." "That's the only reason?" Isabella's laugh was bitter and broken. "The only thing stopping you from leaving me is that she's already taken?"

What happens when she's one month long? "Jonathan!" Ciara calls out, snapping me out from my thoughts. "Yes?" "I asked what brings you by?" Could I really ask Ciara to accompany Alena to meet Julia when she already had so much to deal with?. No. I couldn't bring myself to do it. "It's nothing" I assure her with a smile. "I just missed you" "I'm not buying that Jonathan" She says. "Tell me why you're really here" I sighed. Here goes nothing then. "You see the thing is that..My ex-wife is back"

I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

I opened my mouth a few times before managing to form words. "I...I will sign them when we get home. Buteo, I came here today because... there's something I have to tell you." His jaw tightened. "I am not interested in your excuses." He pushed the door open and gestured toward the outside. "I expect the divorce papers to be signed when I get home. You will receive a quarter of my assets for two years of playing the role of my wife. Get out." My hands shot up to stop the door. I shook my head repeatedly, tears threatening to spill. "Leo, please. You can't do this. You can't divorce me. Let's fix our marriage."

she asked, pushing the paper towards him. “This is your only chance of getting rid of me, you better not waste it”. She added, standing up straight. “If you wanted money you could have just asked me, using a divorce as means to extort money from me isn’t a wise things to do, dear wife”. He mocked, slowly picking up the paper. He wasn’t very surprised she wanted a divorce, after all for three years he had never for once considered her his wife nor shared a bed with her. They hardly go to any event as husband and wife.

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

She blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Oh," she said. "I thought you were divorced? And didn’t you just break up with your girlfriend?" Damn gossip magazines. I straightened slightly, my tone firm. "My ex-wife," I said, "is still the love of my life. And I plan to do everything I can to win her back." The flirtation vanished instantly, replaced by something closer to irritation. "Well," she said sharply. "Good luck with that." "Thanks," I replied calmly. Then I walked out.

“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…”

"Of course I am. What's wrong with phoebe leaving you for some years to pursue her career and then coming back to you?" Greg asked. "Now you're twisting the whole story. What you're saying right now is a similar situation to your ex wife who already divorced you years ago coming back to say she's done playing with the men she wanted and she wants you back." Anderson said and paused a little before continuing, leaving no space for interruptions. "Now tell me you'd accept her with open arms, kiss her and then go make some nasty love to her." Anderson folded his hands on his chest and rested on the nearest wall, waiting for a reply from Greg.

“You want to start over with me? Am I hearing things?” Tears instantly flowed down Christina’s face. She felt extremely wronged and shameful to be asking her unfaithful ex-husband to come back into her life. However, she could only put up with the shame for the sake of her son. “Don’t you want to know why I want to start over with you?” “That’s your problem and none of my business.” Michael smirked. “I begged you for so long, but never once did you care. Now, you come to me after I’ve just announced my engagement with Serena. Isn’t it too late for that?”