My Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

he shrugged. “You freaking bastard!” I spat and made to limp away. I have been wasting my time with this punk! How could I have entertained the stupid thought that my ex-husband would want to help me? He pulled me back, staring into my eyes with all seriousness. “Let’s make a deal,” he blurted out and my jaws dropped. Deal? What deal is he talking about? Does he want me to return to him? I scoffed at the thought. I’d rather die than be with Caleb again.

She's moved on, probably got remarried, which was a wise thing to do and have a child for whatever man she got married again too. "None of your assumption is true mother, you can choose to believe what you want to believe and say whatever you want to say but that won't stop me from pursuing Alicia, I don't care if she's with someone else, I want my ex-wife back and I'm not stopping until I get her back, so quit trying to pair me up with someone else because it's not going to work." "Adams you should—"

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."

I stated, something dark flashed in his eyes. It was barely a shift, but I noticed it clearly. He replaced it with a smile, his hand found the small of my back as he nudged me forward. " You want to get away from your abusive ex husband right? This is the only way, once you get married to him we'll leave the country and then He'll never see you again." His face tightened. " Or are you changing your mind? Do you want to go back to him? Do I have to tell you the things he did to you?"

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!”

Looking at him is like looking in a mirror and an alternate reality all at once. It brings back so much. So many memories. So many moments of pain, weakness. “Is that how you want to play it, Mia? Fine,” he says as he gets back into his driver’s seat. The birds chirp outside, the sun is shining. But the darkness clouding me right now is not missed. “What do you want?” I ask, my voice stronger. I glare at him. “I thought it would be pretty obvious, baby. I want you back.” I shake my head. “Does your wife know you want me back?” I ask. “Or your other girlfriends?”

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?