Falling In Love With My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“But I’m about to be very, very sober when I ruin your night.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. Something darker. “You already did that six months ago.” The words land like a slap. I savor the sting. I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “We signed the divorce papers six months ago,” I whisper. “Tonight I’m wearing the lingerie you bought me on our honeymoon… and I’m not leaving your penthouse until you remember why you put a ring on it.” His inhale is sharp enough to cut glass. I feel it against my cheek.

It was him. My stomach fell and I felt like I was looking at a ghost. Darrell, my ex-husband. What the hell was he doing here?

“Useful? Is that all I am to you? A tool? Something to show off in front of your investors?” His jaw tightened. He stepped closer, towering over me, his cologne too sharp and suffocating. “Yes. That’s exactly what you are. That’s what you agreed to when you married me. Or did you think this was a fairytale?” “I married you because I loved you,” I shot back, voice cracking. “Because I thought you loved me too.” His lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Love is for fools. You should’ve known better.” My heart clenched. I stared at him, searching for the man I once knew - the man who once held me close, whispered promises, made me laugh under the stars.

“You can’t own me just because of a piece of paper. Love can’t be forced, Argan!” But he only leaned closer, locking my eyes with his. “If love can fade, then I’ll make you feel it again. I won’t let you go, Devia.” My heart pounded wildly. I wanted to scream, but my body was weak. “Let me go, Argan… I don’t want this…” He didn’t listen. His hand cupped my cheek, warm, trembling. “Please… don’t talk about divorce anymore. I’ll change. I’ll fix everything.”

Just because I had spent three years not being able to, and I was done denying myself. Somewhere upstairs, Lily coughed in her sleep. The rain kept falling against the windows. The movie kept playing, two actors falling in love on a screen while we fell in love all over again on a couch. And I kept kissing my ex-husband like he was the only person in the world. Because right then, he was. Later, after the movie ended and the rain stopped, we sat in the dark. His arm was around my shoulders. My head was on his chest. His heart was beating under my ear.

He gathered his notepad, threw one last look in my direction that warned me not to speak, and strode out of the boardroom. By early evening, I was back at the estate, hiding away in the conservatory where the cool air and green plants helped push down the constant, lingering nausea. I sat on a bench, staring down at my flat stomach, my mind trapped in a maze. The Vanguard account was unfrozen. The money would keep flowing to whatever hidden operation those two were running. "There you are," a cheerful voice broke through the quiet. I looked up as Ben walked in, carrying two mugs of tea. He handed one to me and took a seat opposite mine, crossing his legs with a relaxed sigh.

" You were married and I thought I didn't love you, then Ellie happened and I fell for her again . I wanted to do things differently and I ended up pushing the feelings I had for you down ." " How did that work for you ? " " It was working until I found out that we have a daughter. " " I knew she was yours I just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me by running off with my cousin, who by the way does not deserve what just happened . " " I know and I told her that I loved her this morning and that I would never leave her . " "People fall in and out of love." "She gave me everything and I wasn't . I want to give us a shot again . "

"Am I? Because from where I'm standing, she's the one using me. To rebuild her life. To get away from you. To become someone she was never allowed to be when she was married to a man who saw her as a possession." He's breathing hard now. Angry. "You're lying." "About which part? That I married her? Or that I'm falling in love with her?" The words are out before I can stop them. Silence. Julian stares at me. "You're—" "Falling in love with your ex-wife. Yes." I lean in. "And the best part? She's falling for me too. And there's nothing you can do about it except watch." "That's—"

After you handed me divorce papers like they were a gift? But her heart didn’t care about logic. It leapt. It dared to believe. It dared to remember the man she’d married two years ago, the man she’d once thought might learn to love her. She smiled a real one this time, small but genuine. Relief washed over her like rain after a long drought. Thank you, sweetie, she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped forward and took the cake from him, her fingers brushing against his. His skin was warm. Steady. For a moment, she let herself imagine that this was real. That maybe the contract had meant something to him. That maybe she had meant something to him.

My heart was racing like a hailstorm, not just from the physical exertion but from the flood of emotions I’d been trying to suppress. What the hell have you done, Valeria? This is making it twice in a row that you have fallen in love with Reese! The realization was like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of my lungs. I had fallen for my ex-husband again. How did I let this happen? How did I go from plotting his downfall to lying in his arms, vulnerable and exposed?