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

“It’s just… you’re mistaken. You don’t really know her, not like I do.” “I know enough,” he countered, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I know that you didn't have any tangible reason to divorce her, Donald. No infidelity, no abuse, no fundamental incompatibility. Just a sudden, unexplained decision. And for that, you need to get back with her.” My jaw tightened. Get back with her? Would he make decisions for me? The mere suggestion was preposterous. “No, Dad. I’m not getting back with Sophia.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even formulate a more diplomatic response.

“Celine, I know I hurt you before. I know I failed you in ways that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. But I’ve changed. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be the man you deserve.” Her chest tightened as she stared down at him, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her initial shock. “Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The memories of their first marriage came rushing back—the cold silences, the arguments, the pain of being ignored and unloved. But then there were the recent memories: Caleb’s laughter, his kindness, the way he had protected her and tried to make amends.

Marcus shot to his feet before she could finish, his voice booming through the room. “Do you even realize what your stupidity is costing us?” he barked. “All of our investments—Evander has threatened to pull every single one if you don’t wake up from this nonsense!” A flicker of surprise crossed her face. He was really willing to go that far? “Go back,” her father ordered sharply. “Go back and apologize to him. Tell him you don’t want a divorce anymore. Beg if you have to. Lick his feet if that’s what it takes to make him change his mind.”

A snap of her finger was all Hazel did to bring me back this time. "What the hell happened?" She frowned and stared at me like I was a nutcase. Maybe I am. Otherwise why would my cheeks be burning up at the thought that my ex husband wants me back? Why did I react the way I did when I was in his office the other day? Why did I say those things to him, like I meant it? "He told me he wants to get back together." I dropped the bomb and as expected, I got the dramatic pause. Except this time it was longer...far longer until all hell let loose.

he said, and I sensed he was about to end the call. “I’ll come back,” I said quickly, holding my breath. “Excuse me?” “I’ll return to you. You can do anything you want, just don’t hurt my son. Bring him back to me, I beg you.” I shouldn’t be bargaining with him, but this was my only option. Vance had never hurt Elvis while we were married, but I knew he had the tendency to. This was my only shot at getting my son back. “Please bring him back,” I said.

"It's fine alright, you can't do anything can you?" I simply said, my eyes fixed on his face. “But you know I can do something if you will let me" He said and take a step forward, "I know I am still right here inside your heart. You just have to forgive me and see if there is something for us" I watched him weirdly as he talked nonsense. I wanted to ask him if he is speaking from his ass or head because I can't understand why a man with a wife, not just a wife, but a pregnant one, would be asking his ex to come back to him. Does he want to make me a second wife or he just wants me to foolishly get back with him then he would use and dump me as he did in the past?

“You’re scared that you’ll never get the chance now that I’m here. That’s why you’ve resorted to cheap tricks like swaying the public’s opinion on both of you. After his statement the other day, you’ve finally realized something important.” “Humor me.” “You’re not even a fallback at this point. You’re a consequence of his actions. You’re something he regrets.” At this point, Bailey was fuming, just how I wanted it. She cornered me to mess with my head, but the opposite was happening. “He’ll never take you back. You’ll never get that perfect little family you want.” A short laugh escaped my lips. Take me back? Brandon wished. The ball was in my court. It was up to me to take him back or not.

I couldn’‍t hold it in. “What exactly do you want sir?.......You wa⁠nt to know why I’m here huh? My husband, well soon‌ to‌ be ex fuc‌ked‍ my stepsist‍er in our damn b‍ed, gave m‌e‌ divorce papers. After‍ I gave him everything.‍ I held him up when he‍ had nothing, typed his p⁠lans⁠ till my fingers bled, paid all⁠ his bills. And my inheritance….billions of dollar‌s, Dad’s comp‌any, I signed it over because I loved him, I bu⁠ilt his‍ e‌mpire. And now he’s kicki⁠ng me⁠ out by the weekend, laug⁠hing with her, taking every penny from‌ m‌e.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. If your mother hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you.” He hums, pretending to think, and then he says with a sarcastic tone, “Such a good little wife.” I glare at him. “Ex-wife.” “Not yet.” His voice is smug, and I hate the way it sends a shiver down my spine. “We still have time before the paperwork is finalized.” “Not in any way that matters,” I snap. “Now, just give me the damn documents so I can leave.” Alex sighs dramatically. “You used to be much more pleasant. What happened?”

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.