Falling In Love With My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“I love you. Not the CEO. Not the survivor. You. The woman who burns lasagna and yells at the TV and grows dead tomatoes and still gets up every morning.” He swallowed. “Marry me. Not because it’s safe. Marry me because it’s us.” The room was quiet. Outside, snow was falling. I looked at him. At the man who sat with me on a rooftop when I thought I was broken. At the man who let me win. At the man who was choosing me, scared and all. “Yes,” I said. His face broke. “Yes?” “Yes. A thousand times yes.” He slid the ring on my finger.

And finally how they got back together when she was getting married to someone else. “I nearly lost you. Only because of my damned ego. But when we get back together after six years, I started to feel bad about the way your ex-fiancé had been treating you. And when I realized that Jennifer no longer meant anything to me. It was you all the way. And then I discovered that the reason that had made me fall in love with Jennifer all those years back was you. You wrote me the poem.” “I did? I can write?” she queried puzzled.

I had everything I needed to crush my ex-husband. But I didn't care about any of it. A choked sob finally tore its way out of my throat, instantly swallowed by the sound of the rain. That was the cruelest joke of all. I had fought so hard to keep this a business arrangement. I had packed away my things, set my alarms, drawn the lines. But the sheer, agonizing magnitude of the pain crushing my chest right now was the undeniable proof of my own failure. I hadn't just gotten used to his presence. I had fallen in love with him.

After telling Greg that I wanted to talk to him, he passed the phone to me. "Hey" I greeted "Hey, how are you feeling?" "More like, how you're feeling?" He only laughed a bit. "When are you coming here, I miss you already" "Very soon, and I miss you too. Especially your cooking power" We both laughed before I dropped the call and it was at that moment that I realized I was falling in love with my husband. /////////////////////// Leave your amazing comments. Kindly check out my other books; The CEO’s secret and beautiful faults

Suddenly, I recalled how broken Anna was when I served her the divorce papers, her hands kept shaking when she drew closer to me, but then I was still so foolish I could not see the genuine love she had for me. “Fuck!” I cursed at nobody particularly, hitting the steering wheel. I didn't even know how to fix this with that dude always hovering around her, and he doubled as her childhood friend, so he had some edge in winning her heart. All I've ever caused her is pain, so it's only natural for her to go for the safe space which was Henry. But I would never let anyone take my wife away from me. Unfortunately for me, I made her my ex-wife. Now I have to deal with my shit!

Although the poisonous spot looked horrifying, Wyatt could vaguely discern from her facial features that if this spot could be cured, Myla would not be the ugly daughter-in-law that everyone in the Kensington family talked about, but a beautiful woman with excellent bone structure and appearance. Therefore, before the wedding, he would come every day to administer medication to Myla. Over time, he realized that he had developed an inappropriate affection for her, but he was fully aware that this affection could only be permanently hidden in his heart. Joseph was his best friend, and she was Joseph's wife, the future Mrs. Kensington and the lucky star in Mrs. Kensington's eyes. After the wedd

With her head resting on the headboard in the bedroom, Stacy's mind drifted to the moment she had shared with her husband. Just two nights ago, they had shared a passionate night - a night filled with promises of their love and loyalty. Nathan had told her he loved her that night and she had believed every of his single words, but it turned out he was the exact opposite of what she had presumed him to be. Her heart sank deeper and deeper as the minutes ticked by. Chasing all painful memories away, Stacy felt herself drowning in the sea of drowsiness, not being able to control herself, her eyes shut on their own accord, and nature took its place instantly.

"I know you think I'm just some predator, but you're wrong. I've been watching you for months, admiring your strength, your loyalty, your beauty. You deserve so much more than the life you're living, trapped in that mausoleum of a house with a man who can't even get hard for you." "Don't," I whispered, but he kept talking. "My wife is in Italy, has been for two years. Our marriage was arranged, loveless. She prefers the old country, and I prefer... well, I prefer women like you. Smart, passionate, alive. And carrying new life, so full of potential. We could have something real together, Lena. You wouldn't have to live on scraps of affection and pretend everything is fine. We'd have it all."

The stranger behind those messages somehow kept saying things she didn't want to admit to herself. And she hated it…she hated that someone she had never met could see through her so easily because she did miss Adrian. Not the Adrian standing beside Vanessa and not the Adrian who signed divorce papers…not the foolish man that keeps hurting her. She missed her husband. The one who stole food from her plate and like he did nothing afterward…the one who carried her upstairs whenever she fell asleep on the couch, the one who kissed her forehead every morning before work because he insisted it was good luck.

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