My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

I adjusted my tie and walked to the podium, while waving for the camera. While giving Hunter a side hug, I sent him a warning, which I intended to keep. “The next time you pull this stunt, I promise you that you will be left with nothing.” Hunter got the message because the smug look on his face was now replaced with a deep scowl. “Mr. Jeff Roswell. It is still speculation for now but is it true that you are still hooked on your ex partner. Mrs. Rosemary Dallas?” The question was much expected and my answer as always was automatic.

He pulls me gently into the center of the glowing setup, right by the water’s edge where the lanterns flicker like stars, their warm glow reflecting off the lake. The fireflies rise higher into the night sky, little sparks of gold lighting the world around us. We sway slowly to the music, his arms wrapped tightly around me, my head resting on his chest where his heartbeat thunders as hard as mine. He spins me slowly, just once, the skirt of my dress fluttering around my legs. But when I spin back around, I gasp. He’s not standing where I left him. He’s kneeling. One knee down on the soft grass, the lanterns casting golden light across his face, his green eyes locked on mine with so much love

Just a minute ago I was terrified that something bad had happened to them. “Turn around mommy!” Bella screamed happily, pointing behind me and I couldn't help but turn around. And there he was on one knee, holding a red velvet box with a sparkling diamond ring inside. “Dear ex-wife: will you marry me, again? I would like to spend the rest of my life with you and share more good memories with you. I love you so much, Katerina.” His voice was deep with emotions, eyes gentle as he looked at me as though the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of us.

I turned slightly, raising my voice just enough. “Everyone.” Heads turned. “Look who is here. My ex-husband.” I gestured toward him. “He wants me to beg him so he can help me win a competition I have been working for with my own hands.” Jason’s face went red. “You… you… how dare…” “How dare I?” I cut in. “Jason, you couldn’t keep your own company above water without your grandfather and my money supporting you. What exactly am I kneeling for?” He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Jess stepped forward then. Touching to be calm. She smiled at me.

So this is my only chance to take Skylar home. So I did something extreme that I had only ever done once when I proposed to Skylar, which was to kneel in front of her. For greater effect, I also put my hands together in front of my chest, begging earnestly. "Come back with me, please. Nova and your father must be happy to see you."

My body froze, my mouth widened in disbelief. “If kneeling is the only way to get your approval of letting me win your heart back, Evan, I'm willing to do it. I will kneel in front of you, lowering my title to have you…” A silent gasp escaped from my throat. I never expected him to do this to me. He's an Alpha. He should not kneel, especially to please anyone, and doing that is an insult to their title. But, Maximus never hesitated. He put aside his title just to kneel in front of me. I was shocked, unable to speak.

It was cold, calculated. He walked to the bar table, picked up a crystal wine glass, and poured red wine into it until it was half full. He didn’t look at Sandra as he handed it to her. Kneel and apologize to her with this glass of wine, he said. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. His voice left no room for refusal. The room went silent. Guests watched with bated breath, some with pity, most with cruel amusement. Sandra stared at the glass in his hand. The red liquid swirled like blood.

Because part of me, the stupid, weak, nostalgic, wanted to believe him. Alexander stayed on his knees, waiting for a response from me. Finally, I found my voice. I wasn’t surprised that it came out shaky. “You think getting on your knees fixes everything?” “No,” he said immediately. “But it’s a start. I’ll stay here as long as you want. I’ll beg every day if that’s what it takes. Just don’t walk away again. Please.” The “please” broke something in me.

He kept looking over his shoulder as if he expected someone to follow him. Then he pressed the bell again. “Evelyn!” he called. “I know you're inside.” She didn't move. “Evelyn, open the gate. We need to talk.” She activated the speaker. “What do you want, Nicole?” He looked directly at the camera. “Thank God. I've been searching everywhere for you.” “That doesn't answer my question.” “I need help.” “Find somewhere else to get it.” His expression changed. “Are you serious? I'm your former husband.”