Falling In Love With My Ex Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And just like she'd disappeared five years ago, she was going to disappear from his sight the moment she got her hands on those shares, the moment they got divorced. She was going to leave him and return to the life she had before coming here. She was going to return to the man who made her smile and made her mutter his name while she slept. She was going to return to the man who she freely told she loved. And she was going to leave him all alone, again. Like a thin thread being pulled on, Cillian felt something within him being stretched. And the final pull came the moment that voice—the one he knew he shouldn't be listening to, after all, it led him to the white walls and ceiling of a hosp

But underneath all the magazine covers and business deals, I was still the woman who had begged her ex-husband to love her. "Alexander, I don't understand. We agreed…." "I know what we agreed." He stood slowly, the ring box still open between us. "But I fell in love with you, Claire. Not the revenge, not the plan….you." The words should have made me happy. Alexander was a good man. He had given me everything—a new life, a career, confidence I had never known I possessed. He had never made me feel small or worthless. He had never looked at me with pity.

“Your father and I fell in love on day one. But it was something that I knew he would help me with due to the nature of the situation I was in at the time. I needed someone to love, your father was there. The love I had for your father was born out of the act of me falling out of love with my ex and breaking up with him that night. That was when I met your father in a bar. He wasn’t looking for anybody to love anyway. It turns out that he was out of a bad relationship too. Funny how we were both drunk in vegas and we decided to get married the same night we met. “And what happened next? We had you. But you were not the one who brought us together. We loved each other. We stayed on. A couple

there’s a little bit of annoyance in his voice now, “I…I’m sorry.” I finally say. “It always kinda works for me when I pretend I’m not listening.” “You have a grudge against men or something?” Tell me about it. My ex husband showed up a few days ago on such a big night, professed his undying love for me and suddenly disappeared again. What a big joke men are. “Nah. I just usually don’t have time to date. So I don’t bother getting to know someone new.” Now, I’m over sharing details.

he said before thrusting in and out. "I love you too, Aiden," I moaned out e the explicable pleasure I was feeling but I knew within myself that it wasn't true. I have lost my love for my husband and I wasn't sure if there was anything else that could resurface this feeling for him again. I closed my eyes, blocking out every worrisome thought inside my head. I wanted to focus on this moment and hopefully, never forget about it again.

I felt a pang in my heart at the possibility that that could be the truth. "Please don't stop loving me. I know I've never felt this way to any man, not even my favorite ex-boyfriends but I think it's love, a unique type of love. After so much thought, I don't know how, but I think I'm starting to fall madly in love with you, this feeling is love and nothing else. If you leave me, I don't think I can bear to live without you, my dear husband. You are still an asshole most of the time but this attraction is undeniable."

The couch seemed so inviting, I wanted to say, but was that the real reason or was there something else? Are you perhaps missing your ex-husband? And that you wanted to savor his presence? Are you missing the past where you would occasionally lean on him even if you know that he had no feelings for you? I was a hopeless romantic that time. I believed that everything will be solved with love and that my ex-husband would occasionally fall for me when he realized I was a good wife. I wished I had awakened as early as that. And then you will never have your son. Do you want that?

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.