Romans & histoires My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back

And most importantly— Kai. My son sat quietly beside me. Watching. Listening. Waiting. The room remained silent. Then Dean exhaled sharply. The sound almost resembled surrender. Almost. Slowly, he stood. For one brief moment, I thought he was leaving. Instead, he stepped away from the chair. Then lowered himself onto one knee. The movement looked physically painful. Not because it hurt. Because it wounded his pride. The sight shocked me more than I expected. Not because he was kneeling. Because he actually did it.

Aeric says. “We cant” I say looking at him. His head tilts in confusion. Repeating my prior course of action, he places her hand securely over one another before scooting near me. He kneels; an action too egoistic for his narcissistic self. I want to raise an eyebrow, twerking my lips in a stupid smirk he carries to ask about his oath, “To not kneel.” I know I can't. His face yells, serious. Weirdly, it makes me happy.

I couldn’t find a chair for him to sit on. “Yes please.” Defeated, I went with my last resort which was to make him kneel but I didn’t want him to dirty his suit pants so I quickly folded my black cardigan and placed it on the ground in front of me. I also pointed at it to add emphasis on what I wanted him to do. I watched a crooked and sexy smirk stretch across his face broadcasting his deep dimples as he did so. Licking my lips as I chuckled to myself dismissing thought afterthought. When he finally chose to kneel he made a comment that took me a while to understand.

Masyadong mahaba ang pila para aksayahin pa niya ang oras dito. "Honey if I have to kneel... I'll do it. Just please give me another chance. I know I messed up big time but Babe, please... I love you! I know I broke your trust, but I'm really sorry," his voice begging, almost echoed in the hallway, "I really want you back. Please!" pagmamakaawa nito. He kneeled down on the floor, and his arms raised as a sign of defeat, "Babe, I'm begging you!" Everyone stopped as he won the attention of the crowd.

So, he met Tiara again and he knelt in front of the lady. “Tiara, i know i made a big mistake with you then and i'm a selfish husband to you before. I know you can't forgive me for the sin i did to you. I know… i shouldn't tell you this, but can you come back to me? Let's start a new life together, forever.” He said while holding the hand of his ex-wife.

I felt his hand is slowly unclasping my arms. "But I am here now, I can do everything he did for you, I can protect you and love you as much as he did. Mia, I am begging you please love me again," he suddenly kneels on the floor, held my hands, and begging for love. I felt really bad for him but I can't love him back out of pity, true love is about the two people who reciprocated the love to one another.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

My heart squeezed in my chest as I reached out to pull her into my arms, pressing a kiss on her temple. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that. Forgive me," I whispered. She remained in my arms for a while, her floral scent bringing me to a state of utter relaxation. Only when we heard a knock on the door did we pull apart. "Come in," I said, and the door opened. Keenan walked in, dragging in a sharp breath when his gaze met mine. He went down on one knee, his head lowered. "Your majesty," he rasped, his voice heavy with emotion.

She asked him, not sparing him a glance as her gaze was strictly fixed on the TV, but deep inside her, she couldn't hold back her excitement. "Are you not going to..." She paused when she looked at him and found him on his knees. She raised her eyebrows and her eyes slowly narrowed in shock. "What are you..." "I have wronged you, Aliyah... I shouldn't have ever treated you like that. Please for the sake of our unborn child, will you forgive me and give me a second chance to make up for the past?" He pleaded as he held out the flowers to her, and she gulped down the lump in her throat.

I took a step back, folding my arms across my chest. “Max, stop this. I told you... it’s over. It’s been over for a long time.” His face fell, his shoulders slumping as if my words had physically struck him. But then, to my utter disbelief, he sank to his knees right there on the pavement. I took another step back, my eyes widening. “Max, what are you doing? Get up!” He shook his head, his hands clasped together in front of him as if in prayer. “I can’t. I can’t get up until you forgive me. Until you take me back.”