My Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novelas e Histórias

He sounded irritated. “Let me finish.” “No, it’s okay. I guess you expect me to go back to my ex-wife too.” “I thought she had passed?” He did make it clear his ex-wife died long ago. “Yes, but maybe you want me to dig up her grave, because apparently for you, your ex-husband was alive, and now you have decided to return to him.” He was being sarcastic, and I didn’t know how to respond, as I knew how much her death still affected him. She was the reason he didn’t want to commit in the first place. That’s why it didn’t work between us.

he let it sink, "and I really want to help you get back with your ex." The last thing I wanted was another marriage, but I had the most advantage. And we can stop in two years. I get to be seen as the wife of this smoking hot man, no, that’s not important. I get to fight my ex husband and get rid of what he has on me.

He was actually serious. “You… you want me to get her back?” I stuttered, red-faced. “Of course, you idiot!” He gritted. “What do you expect? Should I bring her back?” “I… I just don't see how that is going to work. She hates me… I got married….” I muttered. “Well get her back!” He groaned. “You know what men do. Beg her, apologize, say you don't know what came over you. Anything to make her believe you. Say you can't live without her, come on, Eric! Everything!”

“Can't we go back to how we were before? Haven't I promised to change? What else do you want from me? Do you still want the divorce? Is that why you've been cranky since we returned home? Do you want me to sign —” “I don't want the divorce.” I set the throw pillow on the couch and turned toward him. “Weren't you the one against my decision to leave you? What? Are you finally willing to let me go?” I raised a brow. Gulping, he shook his head. “Of course not.” “So, you still want me as a husband, even though you know we can never return to how we were before?” He took his time responding. When he nodded, it felt as if it took a lot from him to do so.

“You want to come back? Play house in this shithole motel room while I figure out how to destroy my ex-wife?” Jade’s eyes flickered. She tried to smile but it looked forced. “We could rebuild. Together. I still have some contacts. Some money saved. We could start small. Get you back on your feet. Then go after her. Make her pay for what she did to us.” Us. The word tasted wrong in her mouth. I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. The room spun a little. “You left me, Jade. When I had nothing, you ran. Now that I’m even lower, you suddenly want back in? You think I’m stupid?”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Oh," she said. "I thought you were divorced? And didn’t you just break up with your girlfriend?" Damn gossip magazines. I straightened slightly, my tone firm. "My ex-wife," I said, "is still the love of my life. And I plan to do everything I can to win her back." The flirtation vanished instantly, replaced by something closer to irritation. "Well," she said sharply. "Good luck with that." "Thanks," I replied calmly. Then I walked out.

He says and walks out leaving me to stare at the door he just walked out of. My stomach clenches, every fiber of my being at war with itself. I should have shoved him away. I should have told him to fuck himself. But all I can do is stand there, skin burning, body betraying me, as my mind replays my husband’s actions today like a song on a fucking loop. What the hell does this man want from me?

I’m not looking for another woman; I will do everything possible to win my wife back. "Ryan, do what feels right for you." The Mayor chimed in. "If you want a fresh start, you can go on a date with his daughter. But if you want to get your ex-wife back, then pursue that." I smiled at his words, what more would I have done without her? I'm definitely getting her back.

“So, tomorrow, could I go back? Just once?” “Back where?” “To, where I used to live. Just to grab a few things, that’s all!” She didn’t spell it out, but she knew he understood exactly what she meant. He was, functionally, an ex-husband now. Mentioning it upfront felt only fair, she wasn’t trying to rekindle anything. There were just a few things she needed to personally destroy before she could let it go. “Go ahead. Do you want me to come?” “No, no, that’s fine!”

"Don't worry, you'll witness it when it's done. I will fight for the love of Scarlet. My ex-wife, the love of my life. And I'm going to get her back, no matter what it takes." Maria's face contorted with rage, and she slammed her fists against Lucas's chest again. "No, you won't," she screamed. "You'll never have her back. She's gone, Lucas. She's gone, and you'll never be with her again." Lucas laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're wrong, Maria," he said. "I'll always find a way back to Scarlet. And when I do, you'll be the one who's left alone, who's left to pick up the pieces of your shattered obsession."