Novel & Cerita My Ex Husband Wants Me Back

“For seven months I’ve been trying to find a woman to bear an heir, but you always refuse.” Cristian fell silent. “It’s been seven months, Cristian. Seven months I’ve had to follow all your wishes.” “Don’t start again. I’m serious,” Jennifer said. “I want status. I want to be your wife, but that is after you get a woman who will bear an heir. I don’t want to get pregnant.” Cristian closed his eyes for a moment. “If you really love me,” Jennifer continued, “you will follow all my demands…”

he thought. "Son, did you hear me?" Nick asked, pulling him out of his reverie. "Yes, Dad, I heard, and it's the best news I could have received. She's still my wife, and I just have to win her back. However, Galata must continue to think she's my ex, because otherwise, she'll find a way to make the divorce effective, and I can't allow that," he replied, still thoughtful. "Is something wrong?" his father asked him.

And now she stood here, not just alive—furious. She cut through the crowd like a knife through silk. Each heel strike echoed, a heartbeat, a countdown. A murmur spread fast, snapping from mouth to mouth. “Evelyn Lockwood?” “She’s supposed to be dead.” “This can’t be real.” She reached for a tray without looking, plucked a glass of champagne, held it like a weapon. Her voice carried, sharp and sure. “Hello, ex-husband. I’m back.” The room froze. Every gaze swung to Damien.

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?”

she pressed, almost trembling but holding strong. “I needed time to get my head straight,” he replied without blinking. “When I saw you back in town, I thought things wouldn’t be the same. We hadn’t talked in three years since you got married, but there I was, feeling like that dumb, lovesick kid from years ago.” His words were so firm they twisted my heart, while Bete gripped the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white. “But you were going through so much with your recent divorce. I knew some time would be good for us to sort things out, and when you were ready, you’d call me,” he finished, his voice sweet, making Bete burst into tears and turn to me.

She said as she walked up to me, her expression cold and calculating, as if she was thinking about every word she was going to say next. “What?” “Not only did you give in to that woman and cave from being within two feet of her, but you were also having quite the sour face and trying to flirt with her tonight at the party?” How did she– “Don't bother asking me how I know. Get your fucking act under control or I'm going to do it for you. I can't have my “beloved” husband going around messing with his ex-wife can I? Don't you dare mess up. Claire would never want something to do with a loser like you.”

I didn't want her to be kept out if there was an emergency. Bailey looked angry, but I didn't care. She was always mad about one thing or the other anyway. “The next time you do this, I'm going to revoke your right to come here as you like.” Bailey didn't care about any of that. She walked toward me, straight past Ethan, and rounded the desk until she was staring right at me. “I'm sure you know that your ex is back, but did you know she came back with children?”

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.

My smile flattered. "You didn't get engaged to that prick, you just dated for some time." "Look at me, my love," he knelt down in front of me, "It's just going to be a marriage of convenience, and we will get divorced in under three years. I need to get married because of an international billion dollar contract. They like my work, but they don't trust me because I'm not married, and I can't afford to lose the contract. That's exactly why I came back from the States. I also know that your grandma wants you to get married before the company is fully handed over to you."