My Ex-wife Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

If it were before when I would get my hands dirty just to elevate Ethan, then I would have solved the whole of Briella’s case. Plus, I wanted to live a new life now. Any little mistake could jeopardise my entire career so Ethan was the only one who could help me. The interesting thing was that if the plan Ethan has in mind backfires and my father happens to catch the wind of him being the one behind it, Ethan would bear the brunt of it. To Ethan, he was helping me but at the same time, I was using him! “I am your ex-wife since you seem to be forgetting about that. You and I are a past thing and the reason why I came here was because I seemed to have lost my mind” I said hurriedly.

“Stop calling Charlotte that.” “Why? That’s what she is.” Natalie folded her arms. “You used to lie to them just to keep me away, claimed I was sick, busy, out of town. Now suddenly they want me back and you come running like a delivery boy? Haven’t you told them we’re divorced?” He looked away for half a second, jaw tight. “My father and grandmother insisted on seeing you. Believe me, I didn’t come here because I wanted to. But maybe you’re too busy entertaining your boy toy to listen.”

“No. I don’t hold grudges anymore Hayden. They’re just… not worth it.” Her words crushed something inside him. He wanted to speak for his family, but he stopped himself. No, he would only speak for himself. He set down his fork, looked across the table, and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I know things are… strange between us. I’m your ex husband, after all. But I don’t want us to stay stuck in the past. I want to start fresh as friends.” He stretched out his hand across the table.

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.

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."

“What the hell do you mean threw you out? Where are you?” “I, I don’t know,” I stammered. “I just left. I couldn’t stay there. He…he said he wants a divorce. Jax, he’s leaving me for Liora.” Silence. Then a hissed curse. “That son of a, Mirella, listen to me. I’m coming back tonight.” “No, no, you can’t.” I wiped my face with my sleeve. “You told me you have important meetings and conferences for the next day,“

My smile flattered. "You didn't get engaged to that prick, you just dated for some time." "Look at me, my love," he knelt down in front of me, "It's just going to be a marriage of convenience, and we will get divorced in under three years. I need to get married because of an international billion dollar contract. They like my work, but they don't trust me because I'm not married, and I can't afford to lose the contract. That's exactly why I came back from the States. I also know that your grandma wants you to get married before the company is fully handed over to you."

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.

There was only one topic we've been discussing so far. Olivia Green. It's about her, isn't it? I groaned inwardly. If it's about Olivia Green, I don't want to hear it. He will only say I suck at giving him suggestions. Was it my fault that he also sucked at putting them into action? "C-congratulations to both of you, but I won't stop, Poppy. Not until you two get married. I'm sorry if it seemed rude to you, Mr. Holding. But I want my ex-wife and my daughter back. I will fight for them."

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,"