My Ex-wife Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

"Believe me, I want to be a worthy wife to you. I’ll do everything to get our relationship back to how it was. But it can’t just be me doing all the work, me being the only one who wants it." "Fine… Let’s try and give it a chance. But I want things to go back to normal for everyone, and that includes your mother. We can’t just leave her alone." "What do you want? For her to live here again? For what? So something can happen between you two and you can finally kick me out of your life?"

“Why? You wanted to divorce her before. You told her so yourself...multiple times. You made legal arrangements. You even tried to kill her.” I clenched my jaw. “I’ve changed.” Caleb exhaled a mock breath of relief. “Oh, that’s nice. You’ve changed. Guess that erases all the trauma, right?” I ignored the sarcasm. “She’s carrying my child. I want my wife back.” Caleb laughed. A slow, amused chuckle. “Not happening,” he said. I clenched my fists. “I want my wife back within the next twenty four hours, otherwise, prepare for war.”

I heard her energetic voice as usual. Things haven’t been well, but I can’t say that to Lisa. How can I tell her that my ex-wife is back and business is going down when our wedding is in a few weeks? “Can I call you back, Lisa? I’m in the middle of a meeting.” I told her. She must have frowned. “I thought you said you would be free today.” She mumbled. That was what I thought too, but things went all wrong. “I’m sorry something came up,” I said, heading for the lounge instead.

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—"

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.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I didn't want her to be kept out if there was an emergency. Bailey looked angry, but I didn't care. She was always mad about one thing or the other anyway. “The next time you do this, I'm going to revoke your right to come here as you like.” Bailey didn't care about any of that. She walked toward me, straight past Ethan, and rounded the desk until she was staring right at me. “I'm sure you know that your ex is back, but did you know she came back with children?”

I say with a smile. He hesitates, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty? I can’t really describe it. Then he exhales slowly. “She’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” The words hit me like a slap. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. She’s back. Of course. The woman he’s always loved. My stomach twists as reality crashes down on me. I should’ve known. This year of shared meals, laughter and companionship was nothing more than a dream. I was the placeholder.

“For seven months I’ve been trying to find a woman to bear an heir, but you always refuse.” Cristian fell silent. “It’s been seven months, Cristian. Seven months I’ve had to follow all your wishes.” “Don’t start again. I’m serious,” Jennifer said. “I want status. I want to be your wife, but that is after you get a woman who will bear an heir. I don’t want to get pregnant.” Cristian closed his eyes for a moment. “If you really love me,” Jennifer continued, “you will follow all my demands…”

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.