My Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

Exelle . . "I want you to be back, as my wife again, Xiellenna. I'm sorry. I truly am sorry. I know I've been a damn bastard, hurting you and leaving you behind. But right now, I genuinely want you back. I want to start a new life with you. I want everything to revolve around you, both tomorrow and in the future. I want to be the husband you always desired, Xiellenna. A real husband. The one you truly deserve," he proclaimed passionately.

He began, "The end goal is to take back everything your ex husband took from you, am I right?" "Yes" "But you stated specifically through legal means. Can I know why?" "It's exactly like I stated. I don't want to get my hand dirty" I replied. His eyes bored into mine, scrutinising me again. It felt like he was strategizing and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head. "What exactly do you want, Sunshine?" He suddenly asked. I was surprised at first but slowly my eyes darkened. "I want to make all of them pay for what they did do me. I want to leave them in ruins and worse than they left me" I didn't realize when my fist clenched.

“Why? You wanted to divorce her before. You told her so yourself...multiple times. You made legal arrangements. You even tried to kill her.” I clenched my jaw. “I’ve changed.” Caleb exhaled a mock breath of relief. “Oh, that’s nice. You’ve changed. Guess that erases all the trauma, right?” I ignored the sarcasm. “She’s carrying my child. I want my wife back.” Caleb laughed. A slow, amused chuckle. “Not happening,” he said. I clenched my fists. “I want my wife back within the next twenty four hours, otherwise, prepare for war.”

“I think so. Just… trying to breathe.” “Good.” She sipped her wine and glanced across the room. “So… Sebastian. He’s your ex, right?” I hesitated. “Yes. We were married before.” “You two don’t act like enemies,” she noted, brows raised. “We’re not,” I said after a pause. “We’re trying not to be, anyway.” Susan smiled. “That’s rare. Usually, divorced people can’t stand the sight of each other.” I shrugged. “He’s complicated.”

Cain asked after a long stretch of silence. “I tried but she.. she um, slapped me. She wanted nothing to do with me.” “I'm sorry man, but can you blame her? You left her for years without a single explanation.” “I know, I know, fuck!” I stood up, running my hands through my hair, feeling too many emotions bubbling inside of me. “What are you going to do?” He asked. “What else can I do? I need to talk to her. I want her back.” Cain scoffed. “You can't be serious. Look, I don't mean to rain on your parade but that's not a good idea, at least not right now.”

He asked, and my breath seized when his eyes locked with mine. He knows something. “I am not going to talk about my ex while I’m trying to say something important right now Ian,” “Fine, fine. I’m not going to laugh anymore now go on with what you’re saying,” After glaring at him for a long time, I let out a sigh and continued. “I want to take back what belongs to my family, he took them from me and I promise my father that I would take it back. So that’s what I’m going to do, and I want your help,” I ended up looking at him.

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.

Confusion strikes my brain like a bullet, scattering pieces of it all over my head. “What the hell are you talking about?” My eyes are searching all over his rage contorted face for answers I know I will not find on it. “I saved your father’s company and I can ruin it again.” His tone is dark and wicked. And now I’m genuinely scared because I’m confused and oblivious to what he is trying to insinuate. “You wanted this marriage so badly… you wanted the fancy title of Mrs. Wesley and now you think you can just back out of it because things aren’t going your way?”

I say with a smile. He hesitates, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty? I can’t really describe it. Then he exhales slowly. “She’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” The words hit me like a slap. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. She’s back. Of course. The woman he’s always loved. My stomach twists as reality crashes down on me. I should’ve known. This year of shared meals, laughter and companionship was nothing more than a dream. I was the placeholder.

“I have never stopped loving you ever since you left me.” Sarah’s expression tightened slightly but she quickly hid it. Frederick took a slow step forward. “I know what I did was wrong,” he continued painfully. “In fact, I admitted my mistakes already. I know I hurt you… I know I ruined everything between us…” His breathing became uneven. “But from the bottom of my heart…” he said again, his voice lowering emotionally, “…I sincerely want you back.” Silence, the air between them grew tense immediately. Then suddenly… A sharp laugh escaped Sarah. Cold, mocking and disbelieving.