Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

“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.

"Francis, please! Can you just let me be? I'm going through a lot already and the last thing I would want is you adding up to my problems" "Then share them with me, I'm here to listen to you. To help you solve all of it. I'm Francis North" "You can't help me! You can never do it! Everything is not all about money! Just let me go!!" "You've known me before today. You think I'm going to listen to you because you told me to leave? You're stuck with me forever, Andrea." "Why do you want me back so badly? What exactly do you want from me that you can't get from another woman?"

, I said painfully. "Ok. I hope he is taking excellent care of you now", he said. "Yes", I said to him. "I wanted us to become a little better than strangers. I know you aren't ready for that yet. I will patiently wait for your hand for friendship", he said. That day would probably never happen because I was already so tired with a baby and a failed marriage. I can't deal with an Ex who wants me back as well. I feel like going crazy as it is.

If it were before when I would get my hands dirty just to elevate Ethan, then I would have solved the whole of Briella’s case. Plus, I wanted to live a new life now. Any little mistake could jeopardise my entire career so Ethan was the only one who could help me. The interesting thing was that if the plan Ethan has in mind backfires and my father happens to catch the wind of him being the one behind it, Ethan would bear the brunt of it. To Ethan, he was helping me but at the same time, I was using him! “I am your ex-wife since you seem to be forgetting about that. You and I are a past thing and the reason why I came here was because I seemed to have lost my mind” I said hurriedly.

The door opened and I swallowed the happy lump that had formed in my throat. “Hmm,” Natt grunted, stopping on his track upon seeing me standing on his way. I swear, my husband wasn't like that, it was the thought of not been able to conceive that made him that way. Before, he would have rushed at me and give me that cocky smile that I loved so much. “Hey,” I bit back the grin that was threatening to broke out of my lips. “You’re back.” I pressed my lips together, trying to keep it light.

He tried to speak, but I held my hand up. “Let me ask you this. If Isabella had a male ex who decided he wanted to come back into her life. This man loves her deeply. He wants her. Wants to give her everything. And each time you make plans, she ditches you for him. She goes to him, bad-mouthing you and calling you weird. Saying you don’t understand her. Until eventually she kisses him. Would you be willing to forgive her and work on your marriage?” I knew the answer running through his mind, and so did he. But the sad expression on his face didn’t bring me any joy.

Slowly I lifted my head, letting my glare do the talking first, which made him flinch so hard I thought he’d drop the tablet. “I—I mean, your ex-wife, sir. Lila. The hospital just called. She’s conscious, asking for… well, they said she’s stable now.” He swallowed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. “Would you… would you like to visit her? They said she’s been disoriented.” I didn’t answer right away. Could he actually hear himself? Why should I visit her? We were done, the divorce papers were signed, the ink dry, and the only thing left between us was a pile of medical bills I’d paid out of some twisted sense of obligation. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose, when the do

"Somehow I had it in my head that you stayed away at any excuse. I thought you didn't want me anymore. I was wrong." "I'll tell you what, I'll come back next weekend and you can show me if and how you want me as your husband. That'll give you a few days to think about our marriage. Maybe that'll help. Right now I'm hurt, I'm tired and I'll say things I'll regret if I stay. I have loved you for years and worked hard to give you everything I could. Next Saturday morning at four in the morning I'll be back. If you want me to stay away call my cell phone and tell me. You'll never see me again. If I get here the door better be unlocked and your legs open. Now, get out."

“For seven months I’ve been trying to find a woman to bear an heir, but you always refuse.” Cristian fell silent. “It’s been seven months, Cristian. Seven months I’ve had to follow all your wishes.” “Don’t start again. I’m serious,” Jennifer said. “I want status. I want to be your wife, but that is after you get a woman who will bear an heir. I don’t want to get pregnant.” Cristian closed his eyes for a moment. “If you really love me,” Jennifer continued, “you will follow all my demands…”