My Ex-husband Begged Me To Take Him Back Romane & Geschichten

he shrugged. “You freaking bastard!” I spat and made to limp away. I have been wasting my time with this punk! How could I have entertained the stupid thought that my ex-husband would want to help me? He pulled me back, staring into my eyes with all seriousness. “Let’s make a deal,” he blurted out and my jaws dropped. Deal? What deal is he talking about? Does he want me to return to him? I scoffed at the thought. I’d rather die than be with Caleb again.

"For you, Jerry is just one of your children. For me, Jerry is my life, my only hope. I really can't hand him over to you. Other than that, I can promise you anything. As your ex-wife, I beg you to agree to my request." When Jenna said this, she raised her head. Her bright eyes were fogged with mist, and her beautiful little face was filled with a pleading expression. She knew better than anyone else that the only way for her to realize her dream was to beg him. Hansen's face blanched. This woman had come all the way here to beg him to let her and her child off the hook. They were both in love. Hadn't she ever thought of going back with him? His eyes gradually turned cold, his face was cover

Everything I Bled For She lost the baby on the stairs. She lost her husband to the woman who pushed her. Anna Whitfield spent two years trying for a baby with the man she loved. The night she finally got her two pink lines, she ran home to tell him, and never made it past the staircase. His mistress pushed her. His mistress’s baby survived. Hers didn’t. And when Anna woke up in a hospital bed, broken and bleeding, her husband wasn’t holding her hand. He was feeding grapes to the woman who put her there. That should have been the worst night of her life. It wasn’t even close. Because the Whitfields don’t let go of what they think belongs to them, and Anna is about to learn exactly ho

We’ve been together for two years, and now he wants to end it just because his ex is back. I didn’t know how to process it—I loved him. Even though our marriage hasn’t been perfect, I always prayed we’d last forever. But now it seems my prayers won’t be answered. He just wants his ex-girlfriend, and my time with him means nothing compared to her. “Freddie, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly right now. Maybe we can go home and talk about it. Just tell me if I’ve done something wrong, and I’ll apologize,” I pleaded, desperate for anything that might work.

Charlotte put down her pen and rubbed her temples. "Griffith, we are getting a divorce. Do you think it's appropriate for me to pester you to sober up?" she said patiently. "Then why did you beg me to come back home and eat the dishes you made when you requested for a divorce last time?" Griffith asked in return.

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

"She's a rogue. She should be grateful for this kind of respect." Ten days. He was giving me ten days to disappear. I found my voice. "Harrison." It came out small. Wrecked. I hated the sound of it but I couldn't fix it. "Can we talk? Just us. Please." The word please tasted like ash. I'd never had to beg him for anything before. Even when money was tight, even when the blood tests came back wrong, I'd handled it. Quietly. On my own. Now I was begging my own husband to look at me.

I asked, a bitter smile at my own foolishness curving my lips. Brenda mumbled under her breath, “Mm.” “I started begging,” I laughed. “Stupid, right?” I laughed again, the sound hollow. “But can you really blame me that much, Brenda? It was my marriage. That was my man, my husband. Everything we had built was crumbling right before my eyes, so I did what any wife, any woman in love in my position would do. Maybe not every woman, but...” I paused, swallowing hard. “I begged. I tried to call his mind to order. I reminded him that I was his wife, and told him I'd pretend this never happened if he promised to discard this woman, to chase her away so we could continue happier than ever. I told hi

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.