Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

I wondered. "I didn't mean to pry," he said. "I just-" "It's alright. You're not prying." I muttered. "I am having some issues." "Relationship issues?" He asked. "You could say that," I nodded. "It's my ex-husband. He is back in town and hellbent on harassing me." "You have been married?" I nodded. "For three years. We got divorced 3 years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Who is he? I might know him."

He couldn't deny what his friend said, at least, not after how angry he was back there when he saw her with another man. "What should I do now?" He mumbled and sighed briefly. "Let's get her," He replied to himself before he made up his mind to do whatever it took him to get back now. He was going to fall in love with her, and make things right again. Waking up in the middle of the night and surfing the internet was really crazy, especially when he kept searching nonstop, how to treat a woman. 'How to get your ex-wife back' 'How to be a better man'

“Why? You wanted to divorce her before. You told her so yourself...multiple times. You made legal arrangements. You even tried to kill her.” I clenched my jaw. “I’ve changed.” Caleb exhaled a mock breath of relief. “Oh, that’s nice. You’ve changed. Guess that erases all the trauma, right?” I ignored the sarcasm. “She’s carrying my child. I want my wife back.” Caleb laughed. A slow, amused chuckle. “Not happening,” he said. I clenched my fists. “I want my wife back within the next twenty four hours, otherwise, prepare for war.”

"Aimee, she's not getting me back. I don't want her. I've told you this already. And I don't know how to be more convincing. I've told her repeatedly that I don't want to be a family with her, that I don't want her back. I can't help it that she's a stubborn bitch who doesn't listen. Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. I promise. There's nothing for you to worry about." She stared at him but didn't say anything. The truth was, she didn't know what else he could do, either. Or what she wanted him to do. She just wanted her life to return to what it was before his wife showed back up. "I want you to divorce her for starters. Finish the process."

I muttered, pressing the dress against my nose to inhale lungfuls of her natural, calming scent which was now faint. In all honesty, I had no idea how it all started. How I had gone from a loving husband to a beast within the span of three months. Putting the blame on Laura was completely out of it because I could have told her that I wasn't interested in rekindling old flames. I should have never asked her for a meetup when I learned that she had returned to America. I could have told her that I had the most caring wife ever. I could have warned her against showing up at my office for unofficial purposes.

“You claim she disgusts you, and yet you want her back, don’t you?” “I don’t want her back! I don’t want to have anything to do with her ever again!” Thayer blurted out before he even realized what he was saying, and a smile crept onto my face. He finally admitted, indirectly, that he had divorced his wife and didn’t even want her back.

I didn't want her to be kept out if there was an emergency. Bailey looked angry, but I didn't care. She was always mad about one thing or the other anyway. “The next time you do this, I'm going to revoke your right to come here as you like.” Bailey didn't care about any of that. She walked toward me, straight past Ethan, and rounded the desk until she was staring right at me. “I'm sure you know that your ex is back, but did you know she came back with children?”

“Celine, I know I hurt you before. I know I failed you in ways that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. But I’ve changed. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be the man you deserve.” Her chest tightened as she stared down at him, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her initial shock. “Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The memories of their first marriage came rushing back—the cold silences, the arguments, the pain of being ignored and unloved. But then there were the recent memories: Caleb’s laughter, his kindness, the way he had protected her and tried to make amends.

My smile flattered. "You didn't get engaged to that prick, you just dated for some time." "Look at me, my love," he knelt down in front of me, "It's just going to be a marriage of convenience, and we will get divorced in under three years. I need to get married because of an international billion dollar contract. They like my work, but they don't trust me because I'm not married, and I can't afford to lose the contract. That's exactly why I came back from the States. I also know that your grandma wants you to get married before the company is fully handed over to you."

I end with a broken breath and Klein takes another step closer like we aren’t already close enough. “You want a divorce?” He asks in a dangerously calm tone. “Yes, I do.” “That’s new.” He says in an amused tone and the relaxed expression on his face disappears almost as soon as it is formed, replaced by an irritated one. “You think you can back out easily from the trap you pulled me into? Now that your father’s company is thriving again, you think you can just leave this mess you put me in?” Confusion strikes my brain like a bullet, scattering pieces of it all over my head.