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

It was crazy, but I hired a private investigator called Wolf, and he was hot on the case, and the truth will soon be out. Meanwhile, as I struggled to live my life without my husband and the father of my child, trouble didn't seem to want to leave me. Steve came back into my life begging for us to return back together. “Megan, please consider, I made a mistake cheating on you all those years ago. Please take me back; I will be a good dad for your son,” he pleaded like a stray dog begging for food.

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

Fallon: Finally, after what felt like years, even though it had only been months since the chaos began, my abusive husband was on his knees in front of me, his hands clasped together as he begged for mercy. And he wasn’t just begging for mercy. He wanted me to take him back. It was kind of funny, you know, watching him like that. A few months ago, the desperate Fallon would have immediately stopped him from getting on his knees, thinking he shouldn’t have to beg like this.

He asked, his nostrils flaring. I waved my head, holding onto the towel that was wrapped around my breasts so it wouldn't slip off. Although there was nothing to hide. He is my husband. "He didn't. He shamelessly wanted me back in his life but I turned him down. Miguel slightly got involved but I think I succeeded in convincing him that he wasn't his. I made sure he understood that Miguel was your son. The child I had with you. I know he won't do the maths." My ex was never brilliant enough to think that far.

After her, he is the closest person I can consider a friend. He spitted out the drink and stared at me like I have grown two heads. “You mean Madeline Parker, your ex-wife?” He repeated my words in a question form. I cringed at how he called Madeline my ‘ex-wife’. We aren’t divorced yet. “Yes, she came to my office. To be honest, I didn’t expect her to cling on our marriage. It was a surprise for me. All these years, I lived with this thought that she forgot me and moved on in her life but she was actually waiting for me and now, I am feeling like a pathetic asshole.” I confessed, guilt pooled in my heart.

Emilia asked, looking utterly angry and frustrated after seeing Anthea hurt like that. “I don't know, Emilia. I couldn't talk to him properly.” Anthea replied while breaking the hug with Roman. She heaved a long sigh before wiping her tears with the back of her palm. “What did he exactly tell you?” Emilia asked as she crossed her arms over her chest with a frown on her face. Anthea paused for a moment as she tried to remember his last words, which sent a shiver down her spine. “He said he's not going to divorce me because he wants me back. He wants us to give our marriage a second chance.” She replied through gritted teeth without looking at anyone. Her answer seemed to anger both Emilia an

“You’re not wrong.” He leaned forward, folding his arms. “What happened?” The question hung in the air between us like a knife. For a second, I thought about lying. But what was the point? I let out a slow breath, then met his eyes. “I want your help.” Santos blinked. “You’ve got my attention.” “I want back everything my ex-husband stole from me,” I said, every word steady despite the sting in my throat. “Everything. The house. The money. The connections. The life I built before he tore it all down.”

He asked. “Yes.” I sighed. “I want to go to him.” As soon as I said that, Kent dropped his hands to his thighs, letting me go. He looked away from me immediately. “But just the way I want him is the way I want you too, Kent.” “I am torn between my ex-husbands!”

What happened yesterday flashing in my mind. “You’re back, welcome.” I squeaked out with a small smile, unable to meet his eyes. “Thank you.” His cool smooth tone, spread around the room. “Look mirella.” The change in his tone, made my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, it felt like a reenactment of the serving of my divorce papers. “I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday, my actions were stupid and unacceptable.” Stupid? Of course he’d say that, he’d finally come to his senses, I mean what would man like Andreas see in me. Even my own husband got tired of me, what was I expecting.