My Ex-husband Begged Me To Take Him Back Novels & Stories

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.

Bradley laughed. I cocked my brow, visibly offended. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “You seem to forget that we already told your ex that we are married.” Shit. That's true. “We’ll be husband and wife instead then,” I said back, wondering if this was a good idea. Bradley remained quiet. As a businessman that he was, I'm sure he was looking at the pros and con– “Alright.” That was fast. “Alright? You'll act as my husband?”

I'm sure that it won't change anything. If I said more of those things, I might never let him go. This night would turn into me, crying my heart out, begging for him to love me back and I don't want that ... not because I don't want to beg. I would do it in a heartbeat. I would beg for him to take me back. I just don’t want to make it harder for him. Begging isn't the answer. I took a deep breath before starting again.

Just enough to make him flinch. And now you come back? Now you think you love him? She laughed. One short, bitter sound with no joy in it. You can go back, Ryan. Go back to them. He’s not yours to touch. Ryan flinched like she’d slapped him. Sandra, please. I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t You didn’t because you never cared or want to know,she cut him off. Don’t do this. Don’t pretend now. He stood up slow. Hands open, like he could catch all the years he’d dropped. I ’m asking for forgiveness. I’m begging you. Let me make it right please, let me be that kind of husband you want please l beg you

On the night Elena discovered she was pregnant, her husband, Nathan Hudson, demanded a divorce because his mistress, Aurora, was allegedly pregnant. Framed for a fatal accident years ago and abandoned without a penny, Elena was kidnapped and left to die at sea, a tragedy that claimed her brother Daniel's life.  Six years later, Elena returns to New York as the powerful Vice President of Carter Group, mother to a son, and armed with an icy determination for revenge. She isn't back for love; she wants Nathan and Aurora to pay for every tear she shed and for Daniel's death. But as Elena puts her plan into action, Nathan discovers she is alive, realizes the horrifying truth of his past mistak