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

He turned to me and held my hand while looking at me with a pleading look. “Please give me another chance, Natasha. Don’t mind the past and please don’t worry about Abegail because I can handle her and you don’t need to be worried, okay? I just want you to come back to me and live with me so we can be together with our daughter. Isn’t that the best decision to make? Just think of it, if you will agree with what I want, our daughter will be happy and she will grow up with a complete family. Please think about it carefully, babe. Just for the sake of our daughter, hmm?” he simply said to me with a pleading look while convincing me to agree with him. I just heaved a deep sigh before answering h

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

“Money, Catherine. I need money. You will steal from your so-called fiance and will give it to me.” I shook my head in disbelief, “You are crazy!” He grinned, “Give me money and I will bring your secret to my grave. This is just a simple request from your ex-fling. After all, we have tasted each other.”

I muttered, pressing the dress against my nose to inhale lungfuls of her natural, calming scent which was now faint. In all honesty, I had no idea how it all started. How I had gone from a loving husband to a beast within the span of three months. Putting the blame on Laura was completely out of it because I could have told her that I wasn't interested in rekindling old flames. I should have never asked her for a meetup when I learned that she had returned to America. I could have told her that I had the most caring wife ever. I could have warned her against showing up at my office for unofficial purposes.

Yet here I am again. Back in his life. Back in his bed. Back in his chaos. No matter how much I try to dress it up as strategy or pride, the ugly truth stares me in the face: I came back for him. For us. Because walking away the first time nearly killed something inside me, and I refuse to let that happen twice. And then there’s her. That woman.

This time, it didn't even ring. His face twisted in confusion. There's no way she would actually... "Are you still trying to call her?" Serena spoke from behind him, sounding almost annoyed. She could not believe he was still trying to reach out to Sophie even after handing her the divorce papers. Maybe it was because he had lived with her for so long. It was starting to seem like he was getting attached. Julian turned, hiding his annoyance and putting on a smile. "I was just wondering why she hasn't returned. You know she has nowhere else to go."

“No. I don’t hold grudges anymore Hayden. They’re just… not worth it.” Her words crushed something inside him. He wanted to speak for his family, but he stopped himself. No, he would only speak for himself. He set down his fork, looked across the table, and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I know things are… strange between us. I’m your ex husband, after all. But I don’t want us to stay stuck in the past. I want to start fresh as friends.” He stretched out his hand across the table.

He practically controls my whole body, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. “If you think that’s what it would take to get back on my good books, then you need to think again. You hurt me, Nate, and I’m not willing to let it go so easily. Fighting for me and protecting me from that pervert is not enough to win me back, dear ex-husband. You have to do better.” I told him firmly, looking away from his face.

"Don't forget who called me to travel thousands of miles to help you. You asked for my help, your ungrateful jerk! You told me you wanted to gain possession of everything she has but don't know how to go about it. I merely suggested this and you had the option of accepting or rejecting the idea." He lowered himself on the sofa and hung his head, looking dejected. I observed his pitiful stance and felt pity for him. He was a friend from a long time ago. From when we were kids, to be specific. He had struggled his way in life so I could understand his obsession with having it all especially his ex-wife who had become more beautiful. "I'll help you get her back." I emitted an audible sigh, puff

Not with Maxwell, my faithful husband. “Please, talk to me, baby.” He took a few steps forward toward me. Landed his hand on my waist, locked his gaze on mine. I couldn't look away to avoid too much knowledge. “I encountered my ex-husband.” I hesitantly confessed. His brow furrowed. “You mean Michael, right?” “Yes.” I replied, “He begged me. I even informed him that I am married, yet still insist on getting my attention. What does he want from me?”