He Wanted Me Gone, Now He Wants Me Back นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Since he owns a home here, he must know people from around here. I tried to stop my mind from wandering but the image of Hunter curled up in bed with another woman flashed in my mind. It was short and quick, like a stab to the chest. I didn’t understand why I was feeling sad and jealous all of a sudden. I was feeling vengeful. What was happening to me? I needed to get some air and stay away from my thoughts. The card Aaron had given me was sitting on the table. Its red colour was inviting, so I grabbed it and got dressed.

Could tell him to come back, that I didn’t mean it, that I miss him too. The urge is so strong it makes my stomach hurt. “No,” I say out loud, pulling my hand back like the phone burned me. “No, no, no. You’re not doing this. You’re not going back there.” But God, I want to. Even knowing everything I know—that he’s toxic, that he’s a liar, that he kept me hidden while he tried to keep his wife—I still want him. Still miss him. Still remember the way he made me feel before it all went wrong.

GEMMA As I thought about it after that, I also started to wonder if he truly wanted me back, and how far he was willing to go to make me his again. I could even hear the venom dripping in his voice as he yelled it to my retreating form from all the trauma he had been to me. All of the hurt. All the things I hated to remember all rolled into one single man. "I will get you back with me. I swear."

“Come back. Please, come back.” He tilted his head. A smile twitched, broken and too sharp. “Back?” The word was foreign, spit out like it tasted foul. “Why would I go back, when forward is endless?” That voice wasn’t all him. Something else was lodged in him like rot in wood. My stomach twisted. I should have feared him, but my chest ached like a lover denied touch. He wasn’t mine anymore. But God, I still wanted to claim him.

I said and her posture shifted slightly, not in a defensive state but engaged. “I remember.” “Then you don’t let him slip again,” I continued. “If he came to you once, he’ll do it again.” Her jaw tightened slightly. “He will.” “Good, next time, you don’t let him walk away.” I paused and then asked the question that had been on my mind. “When he showed up, what did he say he wanted?” Her gaze didn’t waver. “He wants me back.” The words sat between us heavy and clear and I studied her carefully.

At first, he only wanted to become the best in front of his father, but now he wanted to become the best in front of his wife as well. “I'm dead. He's going to destroy me once we get home.” Christopher grumbled while glancing at his father, then immediately looking away again when he saw that terrifying gaze still directed at him. “I just want to go home quickly. It's hot here. This place is uncomfortable.” Alan also muttered to himself. He walked together with Alexander and the others, but he was clearly the least enthusiastic among them. “I'll finish this quickly. Then I'll choose one of those beautiful women to take home with me.”

Her voice was filled with confusion, shock bleeding through every word as I disclosed my next move to her. And I could almost imagine her sitting upright at her desk, brows drawn together, eyes rolling in her socket as she thought things through. I closed my eyes briefly. “Yes, Bethel. I know this is sudden,” I said, my tone firm despite the exhaustion weighing on me. “But Alvin had gone too far this time, and I don't think I can keep up anymore with his bullsh*t.” My fingers curled slightly into the bedsheet. “So now I want everything back. The company, the shares, all of it. I wanted everything re-signed under my name. Not co-joined with his. I want everything to be mine and mine alone.”

This was what I wanted to get him back into the game. “I want to end someone, and leave no traces. GET ME WHAT I NEED.”

" A flicker of nervousness flashed across his face when he heard I was leaving. He grabbed my wrist tightly and said firmly, “You have changed. You wouldn’t have treated me like this before!” He was right. Things used to be different. Whenever I was with Jason, I would always try to start a conversation even if we had nothing to say. I never rushed to leave like this. Still, my plane was about to depart. I shook off his hand harshly. “You’re the one who changed!” That one sentence turned his expression dark. He staggered a few steps back and bumped into a planter in the hallway.

I was watching everything I’d thrown away. And now? Now I wanted it back. But the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I even deserved it.