My Ex Husband Wants Me Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

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.

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.

She sat on his desk, grabbing his collar gently, then she leaned over to his ear, nibbling her mouth gently on it. "Don't tell me you regret divorcing your wife, baby. It's been five years," she whispered into his ears. With a hand, Nathan pushed her off him and got to his feet. He strolled to the window and gazed down at the bustling streets. With his voice filled with regret, he uttered, "I regret it so much. I regret ever leaving her for you and know what?" He turned and faced Rita whose face was pale in horror. "I want her back and I won't stop till she's mine again,"

She says softly completely out of clue. Robert sighed. "My ex wife Bertha wants to come back to me. I divorced her because she was cheating on me and happily went off with her lover boy but when she found out he wasn't that rich and was faking everything, she wants me back..." he said and she was rendered speechless. "..but the thing is, I don't want her back and she won't back off until she knows that I've moved on and for that I need your help." He says clearly and she just blinked at the table.

Just enough to make him flinch. And now you come back? Now you think you love him? She laughed. One short, bitter sound with no joy in it. You can go back, Ryan. Go back to them. He’s not yours to touch. Ryan flinched like she’d slapped him. Sandra, please. I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t You didn’t because you never cared or want to know,she cut him off. Don’t do this. Don’t pretend now. He stood up slow. Hands open, like he could catch all the years he’d dropped. I ’m asking for forgiveness. I’m begging you. Let me make it right please, let me be that kind of husband you want please l beg you

If having another child could bring him back to me, make him love me again, then I was more than willing to try. Besides, Sebastian had always wanted a big family. I had seen the longing in his eyes when he talked about it, heard the hope in his voice whenever the subject came up. He had never pressured me, never made me feel like less of a wife for not giving him more children. But deep down, I knew he would be happy. And wasn’t that what I wanted? To make my family happy? With a deep breath, I closed my fingers around the pill and tossed it into the trash. A sense of finality settled over me as I stood, brushing invisible dust off my dress.

"We had a falling out before and divorced, then recently got to know each other better. I want to give it another try." She spoke softly, not noticing the fleeting regret in Tobias's eyes. They had divorced before. If he had resolved those matters earlier and come to her side sooner… Would it be... "When will you have time to go back to Mainland?" Charlotte suddenly turned to look at him. He quickly lowered his head, drinking the soup, concealing the surging pain in his eyes. "Whenever you're back." "When the time comes, I'll call Ava, and we'll welcome you back together."