Novel & Cerita My Ex Husband Wants Me Back

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.

My ex-wife. *****

Paige was in utter despair, and it didn't help that Cedric's mother doesn't like her, when she asked her about Cedric, she simply mocked her along with Marlynn the woman she had loved and wanted for her son. Paige was left with nothing. Six months ago, he returned home and the first thing he asked her for, was for her to sign divorce papers. To say Paige was shocked was an understatement, three years of waiting for him to return home only for him to come back and ask her to sign a divorce paper, so what about her? She has put her life on hold waiting for him to return, all that was just a waste.

For some reason his whole focus changed from me to his ex-wife, he doesn’t want anything to do with me now that she has returned and I fucking hate it. He is the reason why I do not have a healthy relationship with my family—my father. I sacrificed everything to be with him and this, this is how he’s going to pay me. I’m not going to let that happen. Not on my watch. If he wants to get back with his ex-wife then he can only do that when I’m dead. But for now, it’s impossible. “Laura. Laura!” I jumped in my seat, as I snapped out of my thoughts.

I repeated. "I know," she whispered. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say anymore. How could I argue with that? How could I convince her to walk away when she was so stubborn about marrying me? She was obsessed with me! "Fine," I finally said, pulling my hands away and stepping back. "If this is really what you want, then so be it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Aria!” “Of course,” she said. “Damn it, Aria!” I cursed at her. “How much do you want? How much should I give you just to back out of this marriage thing?”

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.

I opened my mouth a few times before managing to form words. "I...I will sign them when we get home. Buteo, I came here today because... there's something I have to tell you." His jaw tightened. "I am not interested in your excuses." He pushed the door open and gestured toward the outside. "I expect the divorce papers to be signed when I get home. You will receive a quarter of my assets for two years of playing the role of my wife. Get out." My hands shot up to stop the door. I shook my head repeatedly, tears threatening to spill. "Leo, please. You can't do this. You can't divorce me. Let's fix our marriage."

Elianna sneered, "I could fulfill the engagement of both families, unless Leonard can do one thing." Vivienne smiled and said, "What's the matter? You tell me." Elianna said, "Unless he had the ability to bring down the Kensington family." The smile on Vivienne's face gradually froze. Elianna said, "Joseph used to be my ex-husband, and I hated him. He would have to become my husband again, unless one day he can step on the Kensington family! If he can do that, I am ready to fulfill my 'mission' at any time."

“You’re not wrong.” He leaned forward, folding his arms. “What happened?” The question hung in the air between us like a knife. For a second, I thought about lying. But what was the point? I let out a slow breath, then met his eyes. “I want your help.” Santos blinked. “You’ve got my attention.” “I want back everything my ex-husband stole from me,” I said, every word steady despite the sting in my throat. “Everything. The house. The money. The connections. The life I built before he tore it all down.”

hugging her before going to my room; once I sat on the bed, my phone vibrated in my pocket; taking it out, I saw it was a text from Jacob, opening saw a picture taking a good look I saw it was my bag with a message attached to it “ wants it back?” Ugh, how the hell did I forget about my bag? It has my ID and bank cards in there; he knows I’m going to need it; texting him back, “What do you want?” Ex-husband:” What makes you think that I want something?” Me:” Because I know you; there's a good reason why you sent me the picture, so stop playing and tell me what you want.” Ex-husband “Ouch, testy much; can’t I just want to look out for my wife?”