Falling In Love With My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“Come back to me. I’ll make it up to you. I know I can’t bring our child back, but please… come home. The house feels so empty since you left. I love you so much, and I can’t lose you too. I’m begging you… let’s fix this.” My hands trembled as I wiped my tears away. I was still angry at him. But I hated myself for the fact that despite everything he had done to me… despite what happened to our child… I still loved him. I still wanted to be with him. The truth was, over the past three weeks, I had missed him terribly. I missed his hugs. His kisses. His voice. Everything about him. Slowly, he dropped to his knees in front of me, crying with his head bowed low. I could clearly see his shoulders

Am I wrong to fall for his tricks and yearn for him to love me back? I thought he finally accepted me last night yet I have made myself believed a drunken man's words. I am foolish and stupid and I hate that I turn like this with him. If only I could, I will bring back the memories - that way we were together only about a few months ago, living in simplicity and happiness as we culture the love that is developing between us. But now it seems impossible. He's back to that monster I have married...

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.

But his boldness shocked her beyond words. Calmly, she steadied her stance. “He is my husband. Of course I love him.” She saw a glint of disappointment flash through his eyes. “And the other question?” “I can't love two people at a time. That means I feel nothing for you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” She started to leave but he pulled her back. “Must you go to him now?” Isa was even more dumbfounded. Surely there was something wrong with the man before her and it was nothing about feelings now.

“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 was just foolish and dumb. "You claimed to love me but you secretly kept an affair with your Ex-husband who you introduced to me as a business partner and watched me make a fool of myself by taking us all on a double date, and that wasn't enough, you slept with him right there, with me just few feet away." Tears was beginning to well up in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry Adrian." I cried. That seemed like the only word I can pronounce correctly at this point. Words has failed me.