Falling In Love With My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

When had he happened again? I looked up then. Really looked at him. And suddenly I realized something that terrified me. Somewhere in these three months... I had fallen again. Maybe not all at once. Maybe not loudly. But slowly. Quietly. Piece by piece. Somewhere between burnt breakfasts and bedtime stories and midnight cuddles and family dinners and tiny hands holding ours together, I had somehow fallen in love with him all over again. And maybe that was why my heart was beating so loudly now. Because this did not feel like a first kiss. Not really. It felt like coming back home after being lost for years. It felt like finding something I thought life had taken away from me forever. And may

For a moment, the silence between them was thick. Amelia’s mind raced to process Leo’s outrageous conditions. The man who had once forcefully handed her divorce papers was now standing here, asking her to marry him, as though the past had never happened. Her chest tightened as she remembered the loveless marriage that had lasted three years—her constant efforts to win his affection and make him fall for her. This yielded nothing but pain, causing her to soak her pillow almost every night. The memory of what she went through after their divorce came rushing back to her. Her nose flared, and her face flushed red with anger.

We were happy but pain and confusion made us fall apart. Now, back in his arms, I don't think I'd be able to control my feelings anymore. I don't think I'd be able to endure the pain of pushing him away. I don't think I'd be able to let him go. Because just like before, just like what always happens, I've always found myself running back to him. I've always found myself drowning in my feelings for him. Noah Hanson. My ex-husband captured me for the second time. "Paige…"

I really wished I could turn back the hands of the clock — heavens knew I wouldn't have visited dad when he asked me to but now, it was too late. "I should be the one using that tone considering the fact that you betrayed me." She replied with my earlier tone and I could already imagine the scowl on her face. "Jhena you got to believe me. I had no idea about the whole thing until I got home. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm married. It's as if I'm dreaming right now." "It's a pity that your husband turns out to be Artemis, the famous playboy. I hope he changes now that he is married." I didn't respond, hence inviting silence into our midst.

“And expensive.” He chuckled. “Still glad?” I nodded. “Very.” He squeezed my hand just slightly. “Good.” We walked in silence for a while, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, warm, and almost romantic. The kind of evening that made you feel safe. Protected. The kind of evening that made my heart realize something it didn’t want to admit yet… I was falling for my ex-husband again. Hard. His thumb brushed over my knuckles gently. “Tired?” he asked.

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

The kettle was boiling in the kitchen, emitting a bubbling sound. Griffith sat on the living room sofa, flipping through Charlotte's diary from the back to the beginning; when she decided to give up on him and when she deeply loved him. During the early days of their marriage, her days were a mix of joy and sorrow. She was happy when he came home, then unhappy because he wouldn't talk to her. She felt guilty whenever she asked him to do something and repeatedly apologized in her diary.

He rubbed my face in it like I was a dog. "Jesus Christ," I cursed beneath my breath as I blinked away the tears that pooled in my eyes. July 20th, 2018- I just want him to love me. What do I have to do to make my husband love me again?! What have I done to make him love me less? We used to have so much fun together. Now he looks at me like I'm nothing... I found him in our bed with our neighbor today. I cursed at him and almost lost it. He slapped me and pushed me out of our own bedroom. I cried alone in the kitchen until they were finished. I can't do this anymore. I don't even know who I am any more. The girl I used to be is gone and I'll never get her back.

Jake’s hand shot out, catching her waist before she could fall and pulling her flush against him. A gasp escaped her. Her chest heaved as she stared into his eyes…eyes like cold, polished metal that somehow managed to be both icy and inviting. Subconsciously, her gaze flicked down to his lips, and a heat crawled up her neck as the memory of their first kiss resurfaced. Wait, why was she counting it? ’ Elsa, stop. He’s your sister’s boyfriend.’ She scolded herself internally. “You can’t be here,” she whispered breathlessly. “If the representative sees you, I will be…”