How Win Your Wife Back Novels & Stories

And for the first time in years, he looked like a man who didn’t know if he wanted to fight anymore or just let himself drown. “So what do you suggest I do now?” He asked. “Now, that's what you should be asking, You're going to talk to her.” Michael replied , a smile playing on his lips. “Talk? Haven't you been listening? I have apologized multiple times.” “Tell her about your past,” Michael said. Hayden clenched his fist. Michael continued anyway. “Explain why you were like that during your marriage, it's not an excuse, I know, but maybe she'll finally see things from your point of view."

“Then why, when Charlotte came back… did you let her in like nothing had changed?” He winced. “Eloise—” “No, don’t ‘Eloise’ me,” I snapped, the anger breaking through now. “You just stood there. Let her parade around like the queen she always thought she was. And I—I was still your wife. Contract or not. I was still here.” “I’m sorry.” “I stayed for you. And you signed those papers and walked away from me without ever once looking back! I’m sure all of this is an excuse. I know you went crawling back.”

However, Ophelia’s next words completely crushed her confidence. “Does he even consider you his wife, Sierra?” She scoffed before bursting into chuckles. Sierra’s face paled as she was unable to respond to Ophelia’s question. Ophelia dropped her smile before looking at Sierra. “Look, I know that you were forced to take my place because of Papa and marry Rigel. I'm ready to forgive you for that but it's time for you to step down, Sierra. Give him back to me.” Ophelia demanded while crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression told Sierra she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

He puffed the smoke and the way John’s pupils dilated, he knew he was a lover of cigarettes. “Trading off my wife.” “Huh? It wasn’t a mistake. You did me good.” “But I want her back.” “There is a slight correction here. First, she is not your wife anymore. Second, nobody asks for what’s mine.” “But…” “Listen to me John. Let me give you an insight into the future. First, you have lost your wife, but you haven’t lost respect. No one knows what you did, except me. If you get her back, which will never happen, she will tell everyone the story of your betrayal how you betted your own wife. She might not even live with you as she saw the true version of you last night. She knows she is not safe. A

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

The last bit of faith I had in holding on to this marriage was shattered. When Catherine Smith came back, I had no chance of winning. And Tyler had just proved it with his actions.

"But everyone already knows that we have a bad relationship. I bet even your secretary doesn't believe we can have a child." "What's your point?" "I suggest you up the ante and invest in me a little," Charlotte said slowly. "Together, we can create the image of a couple with a deep and loving relationship, capable of conceiving a child that'll allow you to inherit a vast fortune at any moment. That'll have them sweating." Griffith smirked slightly as if considering. "After pretending to be married, are you planning to pretend to be in love with me too?" "You're right. What I'm asking you to do is a piece of cake for you."

"Tim, if you genuinely want her back, make her fall for you again before the divorce happens. If you fail, just don't sign the divorce papers! You'll lose your wife unless you become shameless." Timothy paused momentarily. That idea sounded feasible.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

His grip was firm, warm, a blatant claim he made no effort to hide. “James,” he said, his voice leaving no room for ambiguity, “I’d like you to meet my wife, Lila.” The word landed in the space between us, not as a shackle from the past, but as a foundation for the future. Wife. Not ex. Not we’re working on things. His wife. James recovered gracefully, offering me a warm, respectful smile before making his excuses and leaving us alone in our velvet cocoon. The air between us crackled. Ethan’s thumb was stroking slow, lazy circles on the back of my hand.