Novel & Cerita Falling In Love With My Ex Husband

I leaned back in my chair in my home office and sighed. I didn’t know how to explain to him I was in love with my ex-wife and wanted her back, even though her new husband was a psychopath. “Sasha and I are like an old couple that has no spark anymore and are just living together in the house as roommates because they settled instead of being with the people they wanted.” “Oh, no. Is that how you feel?” “That’s how I’ve felt for years, and I won’t settle anymore. I don’t remember the last time we were happy and not fighting about anything. There’s always been something we are fighting about.”

If someone told me a year ago that I'd be living the life that I am now, I would have laughed in their faces. Had they said to me that I would fall out of my mind in love with a man, who would lose his memory a couple of months into our blissfully happy marriage, and forget I ever existed, I would have told them to have their head checked. Alas, that is my reality. I have to get my husband—who was already crazy about me— to fall back in love with me all over again, or at least make him remember that he did love me not too long ago.

He was dead. My ex-husband. The man I had fought so hard to forget, only to find myself falling in love with him again, piece by piece, moment by moment. And now he was gone. The words had hit me harder than any object Reina could have swung at me. I couldn’t process it, couldn’t accept it.

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.

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.

The tension that had been building between them, that had been so painful for so long, finally found its release in the heat of the moment. His hands roamed down her back, his fingers brushing the skin of her lower back as he pulled her even closer. She wasn’t the same girl he had married, the one he had been too distant to truly see. This woman, this woman in his arms, was stronger, more confident, and somehow more beautiful than he had ever realized.

"He really doesn't like me, as he never comes home. He's quite pitiful. I heard he lost his mother too and was not able to marry the girl he likes. I'm a bit luckier. I married the person I love. "Poor Griffith." A day after their wedding. "Oh no, I think I was happy too soon. He doesn't like me after all." Finally, it reached the first page. "I'm marrying Griffith tomorrow." There was a smiley face below the sentence. Griffith held the notebook, feeling like a storm was raging in his chest, regretting deeply. She had often said that she had always liked him, not Tobias. He never doubted her but had never truly felt her past affection. Only now did he realize how much he had missed and the s

I had fallen in love with my husband. Not with the idea of him. Not with the fantasy I'd built around a borrowed necklace and a childhood memory. With the actual man—complicated, flawed, capable of being colder than anyone I'd ever known and also, occasionally, of the kind of unexpected warmth that caught you completely off guard. I had fallen in love with Damien Castellan while he was ignoring me, which was possibly the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to me. And then, six weeks ago, I had heard something behind a half closed door at a bar that had changed the shape of everything.