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

But it sounded like a very good idea to me. “My son is hiding under the disguise of getting the company back, but what he wants the most is getting his ex-wife back to the extent that he’s already losing himself just to approve one or two things to her. I just want him to focus on getting the company back and not getting his ex-wife back, so if the both of us team up, you get your husband back and I get my son back.” It was finally beginning to make a lot of sense to me why he was saying all those things to me at the beginning of the conversation; he doesn’t like the idea of the both of them getting back together, which is a very good thing for me because at least I have him on my side now.

I continued, voice softer, almost pleading, “I can last longer….long enough to make her happy.” I stepped closer to him. “I don’t want to get married just because I want to,” I said. “I want to get married because I’m running out of time.” My voice cracked. “So please,” I whispered. “Help me, “ I said, pressing my palms against each other. “Bring her back so we can get married tomorrow.” I met his eyes, completely exposed now. “I’m begging you.” Ben stared at me for a long moment, then reached out and gripped my shoulder firmly. “Alright,” he said quietly. “I’ll do everything I can, I’ll find her and I’ll bring the physician back.”

Then, with everyone in the patisserie watching, he fell to his knees with a loud thud. "Chiara… Even if we're divorced, what we had was real." His voice was hoarse, stripped of any dignity I had ever known. He looked up at me, his gaze brimming with humiliation and desperate pleading. "Can't you give me back the shares, just for the sake of our past? You haven't lost anything." I glanced down at him. The man who once stood at the very top, who had ground me into the dirt, was now on his knees, begging me for mercy.

“You want something.” I swallowed, my throat suddenly felt dry. “Yes. I need your help.” His eyes stayed on me, studying me like a predator watching his prey. I had rehearsed this conversation, but now that I was here, actually looking at him, I began to doubt myself. “My ex-husband stole everything from me. My business, my reputation… and now, no one will even take my calls. I need a way back in. And you are the only person powerful enough to—”

Then, he collapsed, crawling toward me on his hands and knees. "Baby, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Hit me, scream at me, do whatever you want. Just don't leave me. Please." "I know you sold the shares out of anger. I'll do anything. I'm begging you for one more chance." "I had the cathedral redecorated, exactly the way you wanted it. If you come back with me, we can say our vows anytime. Please." As he spoke, he pulled a velvet box from his pocket with a trembling hand.

Instead, there was something in his eyes that I'd never seen before, and it looked to me like he was begging and pleading with me instead. He was begging me to go back to him. I looked at him just then, blood now flowing out of his arm to his wrist, and yet, he still wasn't aware of it. He was the mafia Don, now standing in the lobby of this Grandavian hotel and begging his ex-wife to go home with him in full view of everyone else. This was the first time I'd ever seen him like this in my seven years of marriage to him. However, it was too late.

I end with a broken breath and Klein takes another step closer like we aren’t already close enough. “You want a divorce?” He asks in a dangerously calm tone. “Yes, I do.” “That’s new.” He says in an amused tone and the relaxed expression on his face disappears almost as soon as it is formed, replaced by an irritated one. “You think you can back out easily from the trap you pulled me into? Now that your father’s company is thriving again, you think you can just leave this mess you put me in?” Confusion strikes my brain like a bullet, scattering pieces of it all over my head.

If it were before when I would get my hands dirty just to elevate Ethan, then I would have solved the whole of Briella’s case. Plus, I wanted to live a new life now. Any little mistake could jeopardise my entire career so Ethan was the only one who could help me. The interesting thing was that if the plan Ethan has in mind backfires and my father happens to catch the wind of him being the one behind it, Ethan would bear the brunt of it. To Ethan, he was helping me but at the same time, I was using him! “I am your ex-wife since you seem to be forgetting about that. You and I are a past thing and the reason why I came here was because I seemed to have lost my mind” I said hurriedly.

I wordlessly grab it and put my signature above my name despite my shaking hand. "I'll give you three months to move." He generously offered. "No need for that. And Martin, Happy last anniversary, Martin.” He nodded with his lips pursed into a thin line. He closed the case and turned his back. His steady steps made me want to run after him and tell him not to leave. If not for the little self-awareness that I have, I would have begged him to stay no matter what and make him say that he was just jesting and burn those papers.

What happens when she's one month long? "Jonathan!" Ciara calls out, snapping me out from my thoughts. "Yes?" "I asked what brings you by?" Could I really ask Ciara to accompany Alena to meet Julia when she already had so much to deal with?. No. I couldn't bring myself to do it. "It's nothing" I assure her with a smile. "I just missed you" "I'm not buying that Jonathan" She says. "Tell me why you're really here" I sighed. Here goes nothing then. "You see the thing is that..My ex-wife is back"