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

He made me restless and even nauseous just by being in the same room as me. What on earth was he thinking, wanting to get back together with me? I thought about it and figured he probably expected me to jump at his offer. But that didn’t happen, there was no desire left to return. He was surely trying to regain what he’d lost before, only to discard me again once he got it back. So I didn’t need to pay attention to what he said. I only kept thinking about destroying him in my own way. I’d ask Kairos for help but I wouldn’t let him interfere, I wanted the satisfaction of ruining this man myself.

A career that was already collapsing, he has no intention to getixed with her All they ever has was in the past now avs on no account would he wants her anywhere near him , his Ava and their unborn child. She was a thing of the past. But looking at what she used to send the video, he had to clenched his phone to dissolve the simming anger in him.

“Just when I thought I would have a great day.” She sighed. She dropped her bag on her couch, folded her arms, and turned to him. He was seated on her chair with his legs on her table. “What do you want?” She asked. He ran his eyes on her before speaking. “My kids. I want my kids back.” He replied, Clara chuckled. She found his response funny. “I don't get it, did you ever have them?” She asked. “I want them.” He said sternly. His face held no expression, he sounded so cold too.

he murmurs, and I can hear the amusement in his voice, the way he relishes in my discomfort. I want to say something, to tell him to leave, to demand answers, but the words stick in my throat, choking me. All I can do is stand there, frozen, as the memories come rushing back, the betrayal, the pain, the years I spent trying to rebuild myself after he tore me apart. And now, here he is, back in my life, back in my world, and all I can think is: Why now?

Owen said, "I had originally planned to sneak back before dawn tomorrow, but once I got home, I didn't want to go back anymore." He paused and muttered unhappily, "This is my home, I don't want to go back to the devil king. I want to be with mommy." After speaking, he showed a worried expression on his face. "However, if I don't go back, the devil king will eventually find out that I secretly ran away from home." Tristian clenched his fist, raised his wrist, and looked at his watch. Now, it was the early hours of the morning. Tristian tenderly touched Owen's cheek and said, "If you don't want to go back, we won't go back, okay?"

His heart does not want to go back. "— I don't want to go back TITLE, I want to see Akshara. The steerings are in my hands, but still why I can't return back to see her. I feel like someone is stealing away my happiness. I want to stay here for life, do something? he said, looking at the TITLE. — TITLE barked immediately.

He rejected me without giving it a single thought of the pain that it would cause me. How dare he return?. "Why is he at the border?What does he want for me?" I cried out. He had rejected me and wanted me out of the pack, what was his real reason for coming for me. Did he want to hurt me or make me his slave again? "I don't want to go back to that bastard, I don't want him to hurt me more than he already did. '' I sobbed, my heart squeezed in my chest at the thought of returning to that miserable life I lived.

A shiver rolls through me. "I told myself you needed time to recover," he says. "That this was a bad idea. But then you'd look at me..." His hand tightens on me. "Fuck, Mae - you'd look at me like you wanted all of the things I wanted. And I couldn't help myself." "I did want those things," I say. "I still do." He pulls back so that he can look into my eyes again. "There's no going back from this, Mae. Is that what you want?"

"I wanted you to smile." "They caused a fight." "I didn't know—" "You don't get to do things like that anymore." He didn't answer. So I continued. "You lost that privilege years ago." His breathing became audible through the phone. "I know." "No, Abe." My voice softened slightly. "I don't think you do." Because if he understood... He would've left me alone. He would've respected the life I'd built. Instead he kept pulling me backward. Back toward memories. Back toward emotions I'd spent years burying.