Falling In Love With My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

He sat on the bathroom floor the whole time, his back against the tub, holding my hand. When I started crying for no reason (the fever turned everything huge and catastrophic), he turned around, kissed my damp forehead, and whispered, “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” He was that nice….not anymore. ___ Now, on this park bench, leaning into a stranger’s shoulder because my own body had betrayed me again, those memories burned hotter than the fever itself. *I miss my husband. The Mitch I fell in love with.* Tears came faster, silent sobs shaking my frame harder. I should pull away. Apologize. Stand up and drag myself to work like a responsible adult.

I looked at Kyle quietly, ”If you don't know love, you shouldn't just say it. I wanted to go in, but Kyle didn't move. “Mia, please,“ he pleaded for the first time. Kyle had never been so humble. I felt my heart skip a beat. But I knew it was just an ironic illusion. “Perhaps you can explain why you suddenly fell in love with your ex-wife?” I looked straight into Kyle's eyes. “Mia, I fell in love with you a long time ago. Do you remember?” Kyle looked at me pleadingly.

“Lying is bad, Mommy. Fighting is bad. You two should love ech other.” I laughed internally. Love? My ex-never loved me to begin with. It was I who was in love in our marriage and even if he was already married to me, he was emotionally cheating me. —------- With a heavy heart, I stepped out of the room. For a change. Seeing Calcifer…made my chest heavy. When can I accept that Calcifer had already come back to our life and that I would never be able to push him away? I heaved a sigh as I looked for Hawk.

Emily, crying the night everything fell apart, mascara streaking her cheeks as I stood frozen, already ruined by my own cowardice. And now? Now she was standing in her restaurant, powerful and composed, still gentle, still kind. And I was still in love with her. I shook my head, hating myself for it. What was I doing? What kind of man keeps walking into his ex-wife’s restaurant just to see her smile? What kind of husband finds his heart skipping when she laughs again, when she tells him everything will be okay? What kind of father thinks about someone else when his son is waiting for him to come home and his wife is folding laundry in a house full of hope?

To her surprise, she sees her new husband sitting there looing busy on his tablet. “Good morning. I did not know that you would still at home.” “Well, there is something called honeymoon. I mean I got married yesterday. So, I am working from home for the next week.” “Ok, By the way I hope you have eaten.” “Well no, I am waiting for my wife to wake up so we can eat together. If you don’t mind of course.” Michael says looking at her. “There is no problem, you should have woken me up early so I don’t delay you.”

"I just don’t want you feeling like you have to explain yourself over things like that. I trust you, Selene. And I don’t care what anyone else calls you." The tension coiled tight in my stomach eased, unspooling slowly. My grip on the glass softened, and a shiver of warmth rolled through me. How is this possible? Falling in love again with someone I already love… Sebastian smiled, and I felt it reach all the way inside me, unraveling the last traces of doubt. I mirrored his smile and nodded. "Let’s enjoy our night," I said, my voice lighter, full of something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Or maybe he had… and simply didn’t care. Back then, he had been obsessed. Obsessed with Andrea. With their history. With the fantasy of a childhood promise that refused to die. He had carried that obsession into his marriage, into his home. He shut his eyes tightly as memories stabbed at him, sharp and humiliating. Alicia trying to walk into his room with a tray of freshly cut fruits, nervous but hopeful, trying to connect, to create a moment. He pushed her out, the tray crashing to the floor. Fruit scattered. She flinched. Andrea stood beside him grinning happily. The humiliation burned in his chest.

I tried but no matter what I do it seemed like he was just there bringing back all the memories that I buried from the past. A sparingly smiled appeared on my face as I gently pulled back my hands. This was not right we’re both married and it should not be on this way. “I’m sorry,” “Why are you doing this?” I curiously asked and folded my arms, indicating that I am willing to listen to whatever he wanted to say about this. He just smiled at me and as the rain kept pouring my car it sounded like a music to my ears that made both of us quiet. “Well, to be honest I am attracted to you the first time I saw you and yes you are similar to my ex-wife.”

I just stood there and let my husband hold me. My husband. That word should still have felt like a legal problem. Not this. Not his chest beneath my cheek. Not the way his hands knew exactly how tightly to hold me without making me feel trapped. Not the strange calm slowly settling over me even while the entire world around me was losing its shape. I opened my eyes. Shit. This wasn’t just me starting to like Sebastian again. It wasn’t nostalgia. It wasn’t attraction that had never really died. It wasn’t because we’d slept together, or because he had changed, or because Poppy loved him. It was worse. So much worse. I was falling in love with my husband all over again.

I can see his desperation to have me back; there’s no questioning that, but it’s not because he loves me, and that hurts even more. I heaved a sigh, so profound, as if it came from six feet under. “Is that all?” His eyes widened in surprise, his hand stiffening with the aloofness in my voice. “Zia… baby.” He cupped my face. His hands that used to ignite wildfire wherever he touches me turned into sharp hails that blanketed my body with chills. “I love you. Don’t you love me anymore?” I set my hand above his, smiling with disgust as I removed his hold on me. “Honestly, it’s pathetic that I still love you even after everything that you did. But this? What you just said, it only sealed my decis