My Powerful Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

Then I asked again, “Then what do you want from me?” He looked at me for a considerable amount of time, and his eyes seemed to glow eerily in the darkness. After that, he uttered the words, which were words that I didn't anticipate him to say. "I want you to marry me so that my ex would feel the urge to come back to me, if she comes back, then it's done between us, and I'll divorce you as soon as possible." He's a nice-looking guy, but why would a man with his height and perfect looks act like he's desperate for his ex? I nodded my head and twiddled my finger in a sigh.

I said. “By lying?” She shot back. “By handling it.” I replied. “Or at least trying to.” She turned away from me, pacing the room. “So let me get this straight. One of your exes shows up out of nowhere, calls you late at night, talks about our family, and wants what exactly?” I swallowed. “She wants me back.” The words hung between us, heavy and ugly. Natasha stopped walking and turned to face me slowly. “Say that again.”

I hate sounding like some damsel in distress, but the last few days have made a few things painfully clear: First, I am still ridiculously, stupidly, hopelessly in love with my incorrigible ex the same man who has been the bane of my existence since the day he walked back into my life. Second, if he thinks he can use his power to control my life again, he’s in for a rude awakening. They say a peaceful wife makes a peaceful home. Since he intends to play house, I fully intend to give him hell. So if he thinks he can steamroll me again like he did in the past emotionally, physically, socially then he’s going to find out just how loud and stubborn I can be and soon enough he’s going to realize

“You’re not wrong.” He leaned forward, folding his arms. “What happened?” The question hung in the air between us like a knife. For a second, I thought about lying. But what was the point? I let out a slow breath, then met his eyes. “I want your help.” Santos blinked. “You’ve got my attention.” “I want back everything my ex-husband stole from me,” I said, every word steady despite the sting in my throat. “Everything. The house. The money. The connections. The life I built before he tore it all down.”

“You want to come back? Play house in this shithole motel room while I figure out how to destroy my ex-wife?” Jade’s eyes flickered. She tried to smile but it looked forced. “We could rebuild. Together. I still have some contacts. Some money saved. We could start small. Get you back on your feet. Then go after her. Make her pay for what she did to us.” Us. The word tasted wrong in her mouth. I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. The room spun a little. “You left me, Jade. When I had nothing, you ran. Now that I’m even lower, you suddenly want back in? You think I’m stupid?”

I struggled with him but he was stronger than me. “Let go.” I cried out as he carried me in his stout hands. “Do you think I will let you touch me? Whatever you do to me, you can never be like Liam!” I said spitefully, obviously trying to piss him off. He got annoyed and threw me on the bed. “I’m not just a regular contract wife, buddy. Neither do I look like someone that settles for a second.” I stood up from the bed. “I’m going to live with you but when it comes to satisfaction, I’m going back to my ex.” I said and attempted to leave the room. But he dialed a number on his phone.

“And the only woman I want to focus on now is my wife.” James tilted his head. “Ex-wife,” he corrected calmly. Reid shot him a dead, murderous look. James cleared his throat immediately. “...Right. Apologies. Voluntary survival reflex.” Reid exhaled through his nose, then said, more honestly than he had in a long time, “I want to win her back. Properly. Not with just excuses..” James studied him for a moment, then nodded once. “Good. Then step one?” He leaned in slightly. “Grovel. On your knees. Until they bleed.”

The kind of woman men marry. I told myself I wasn’t jealous. That I just missed what we had. That I just wanted closure. But that was a lie. I wanted my life back. I wanted his eyes on me again. And if I had to destroy everything to make that happen? Then so be it. So I learned early—if you want power, you take it. You smile pretty, you make them love you, and then you leave before they can hurt you. And when Sebastian loved me? Really loved me?

I turned it off instantly, my eyes flickering to his. Again, that smug look was back on his face. “What the fuck is this?” I growled. When I said I wanted something to hold against her, I didn’t ask for him to get me fucking p**n? “That is the power you can have over your crazy ex.” He said and I frowned, not getting what he was talking about. “If you look closely in the video, well, before you turned it off, you would see that’s your crazy ex in the video.” He explained.

Monica sat up slowly, pulling her shirt back down—my shirt—her movements deliberate, her expression unreadable in the dim light. I didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. My hands were shaking. I scrubbed one over my face, my skin still burning, my cock already half-hard again just from the memory of being inside her. “What are you doing?” The words came out rough, accusatory, like she was the one who had just fucked me raw while thinking of another woman. Worst….My ex-wife. She smirked. The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop. “Reminding you of what you threw away.”