My Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

I asked him. "I'm fine baby," he answered briefly. "I already told you how many times to control your emotions right? I know your patience is short but baby you shouldn't have yelled at that woman." I said. "She deserves it, I told her to leave but she doesn't want to listen," "She's your ex right?" I asked him. "Yes," "She's back. What does she need?" I ask. "I just found out that she is back. She told me the reason why she left before and that she still loves me now."

“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.

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.

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.

It was real. "And here is the best part," Richard leaned in, his breath hitting my face. "I have the files. My father kept everything. The police reports, the bank transfers, the cover-ups. I have it all locked in a secure vault." "Why are you telling me this?" My voice shook. I hated that it shook. "Because I want my wife back." I barked a harsh, disbelieving laugh. "You are insane." "I am serious." All the humor dropped from his face. "Leave him. Come back to me. We put Monica in jail, we rebuild the company, and we start over. Just you and me."

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.

"I know I hurt you. I know I made mistakes. But I'm not the bad guy here, Amelia. I never was." I didn't believe him. I couldn't believe him. But the emails were real. I had seen them. "What do you want?" I asked. "I want to help." "Help how?" I asked. He smiled. The old smile. The one that used to make my heart skip. "Let me back in," he said. "Not as your fiancé. Not as anything we were before. Just... as someone who knows how your father thinks. Someone who can protect you." He came closer.

So my plan shifted. I didn’t just want to fuck her husband behind her back anymore. I needed Lila gone from the marriage completely—erased from his life, from his bed, from every future he still pictured with her. But prying her out wasn’t going to be easy. Not with Elias still carrying that quiet, stubborn softness for her no matter what lies I fed him. I was going to need my parents’ help. When I finally reached out to them, they weren’t exactly thrilled to see their runaway daughter slinking back into the fold.