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

Slowly, I reached for him across the table, not to grab, not to command, but as a man who couldn’t do this alone. “I understand your annoyance and your warning, Elijah,” I said quietly. “But please. I need you to help me get my family back. I love my wife. I never filed for divorce. I acted foolishly and will regret it for the rest of my life. But please, I need your help to get my wife and children back. Please. I won’t offer you anything because that would be an insult to you.” For a long time, Elijah just stared at me. I could see the war in his eyes, anger, skepticism, something else flickering at the edges.

" You asked what I was doing here, and here it is. I want to make you an offer, I'll take you back if you kneel in front of everyone here and beg me" Now I completely speechless. Just how shameless could a man possibly be? He was the one who cheated on me, he was the one who threw the divorce papers on my face, he was the one who forced me to sign those damn papers, now he asks me to kneel and beg for his forgiveness? I'll rather die! I was about to give him a befitting reply when I heard a deep hoarse familiar voice right behind me. " What if she doesn't want you back?"

Felix looked like he was going to shred me into pieces, but his attitude was the least of my concern. "So, my dear ex-husband, are you here to make the bargain, or are you just going to keep ruining my mood?" I asked. Felix’s eyes darted and they held a little bit of exhaustion as his chin hardened, but I was a patient woman, so I waited. I had a feeling he was on edge, and a desperate man will always make desperate choices. "Fine, take back your position, but just let go of my family," he said in a low groan.

Whether this proposal is genuine or some elaborate trap. Smart man. He should be suspicious. "Why me?" he asks finally. "There are other well-known families who could support this foundation. Why come to your ex-husband?" I stand slowly, smoothing down my dress. Richard's eyes follow the movement, and I see his throat work as he swallows. "Because," I say, walking around his desk with planned steps, "I believe in second chances. In redemption." He swivels his chair to face me, but doesn't back away as I approach. I can smell his cologne….the same one he's worn for years. The one that used to comfort me.

I said, rising slowly from my chair. “You didn’t mean to stand there and run your mouth?” I took a few steps toward her. “Or is this the part where you pretend you don’t remember?” I asked and she was quiet Her husband stepped forward slightly, “Please,” he said. “We are just asking for another chance. My job was taken from me, that is the only way I feed my family. Please we can fix this. We just need your help” I stopped right in front of them and smiled, it brought me so much joy watching them beg.

I couldn’t help but look at him—he is my husband, the father of my child, the man I had loved for so long. But even his presence couldn’t calm the storm inside me. He walked closer to me and gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were soft, full of something I couldn’t quite name—guilt, regret, or maybe just pity. "Everything will be fine," he promised, his voice low and soothing. "I know this is hard, but we’ll get through it together. I will make sure of it."

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

"What you said yesterday was just said in anger, right? You don't really want to leave me..." That hand didn't respond, nor did it pull away. His voice was terribly hoarse, his eyes instantly reddening with excitement, carrying almost humble choking: "Ella, let's start over, okay? I promise, I'll change... I'll spend more time with you and Leo... I'll make Jessica move out... I'll agree to anything... please... don't leave me..." He held the other person's waist tightly, burying his head in her abdomen: "Let's start over, okay? As long as you stay, I'll agree to anything. Stop being angry, I can't live without you..."

Grandpa Pascal asked, his voice steady but curious. Alexander leaned back in his chair, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. “I want to start fresh with her, Grandpa. Redo everything.” He let out a soft chuckle, though it didn’t hide the hint of regret in his tone. “We could have another wedding, make new memories, and even renew our marriage certificates. You know, I never signed the divorce papers. I was just… stupid back then. I lost her because of my own mistakes.” Grandpa Pascal nodded thoughtfully, his wrinkled hands resting on his cane. “I’m glad you’re finally getting another chance. You two deserve it. What happened before—it could’ve been avoided, sure, but maybe it happened to

he urged. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, my heart aching with pain, I wondered how I could take my son away from my ex-husband. How could I face him again? "I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready to confront my ex-husband after everything he put me through," I confessed. "I will help you," he assured me. "I promised my son that I would bring him back soon, but I don't think now is the right time," I admitted. "Yes, I want you to be prepared. I want you to be stronger than ever before. Have you ever considered that you can become a better version of yourself?" he asked.