My Powerful Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

His throat was dry, and he was strangely restless. As a man who has been with countless women, he was secretly surprised that his ex-wife has aroused a primal desire inside of him from the moment she appeared. It almost made him lose control, and he couldn't feel this passionate emotion even when Aria threw herself onto him. He sat squarely and straightened his face to cover his embarrassment.

"We had a falling out before and divorced, then recently got to know each other better. I want to give it another try." She spoke softly, not noticing the fleeting regret in Tobias's eyes. They had divorced before. If he had resolved those matters earlier and come to her side sooner… Would it be... "When will you have time to go back to Mainland?" Charlotte suddenly turned to look at him. He quickly lowered his head, drinking the soup, concealing the surging pain in his eyes. "Whenever you're back." "When the time comes, I'll call Ava, and we'll welcome you back together."

They were back. I forced myself to lie back down, trying to calm myself. I stared at the walls of my room, surrounded by good memories—memories I now knew were entirely true, not just an act by a guy trying to get me into bed. But even so, they brought no comfort, because tracing each one led to the same outcome: me losing my child at a bus station. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the good things. Everything I’d gained since coming back to São Fernando: I learned the truth about what Marcos did, helped my dad, reconnected with old friends, made new ones, and Marcos and I got back together.

“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.

He glared at me, and for the first time, my eyes opened. I could see the disgust swirling in his eyes. He hated me. In fact, he hated my very existence. “Happy?” A chortle left his lips, “Kill that thing. I can't have Miranda knowing we did something together.” Leon snapped at me. “Miranda?” The word hung in my throat. “Your ex?” The silence that hung in the air was deafening, and Leon turned to me. “We are back together, and she just arrived in town. I know you want to use a child to hold me down, but you have to do better than that, Diana.”

"It's fine alright, you can't do anything can you?" I simply said, my eyes fixed on his face. “But you know I can do something if you will let me" He said and take a step forward, "I know I am still right here inside your heart. You just have to forgive me and see if there is something for us" I watched him weirdly as he talked nonsense. I wanted to ask him if he is speaking from his ass or head because I can't understand why a man with a wife, not just a wife, but a pregnant one, would be asking his ex to come back to him. Does he want to make me a second wife or he just wants me to foolishly get back with him then he would use and dump me as he did in the past?

I feel him pull me closer, squeezing me so tightly it's hard to breathe, and his hand wraps up in my hair, pulling with just enough force to have my heart pounding and my body wanting more. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, little one.” He whispers the words in the space between us and I feel my body start to melt. I'd slapped my ex. I'd refused to let him make me a victim again. I'd stood against him. All of those thoughts leave me feeling almost giddy and make me wonder if I need more therapy. But still that sense of power thrums in my veins and leaves me hungry for more. This isn't Troy deciding for us that we're going to sleep together. This is me deciding that I'm going to take what I want.

I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to think. When I didn’t answer, Alex shifted in his seat, his expression softening. “Listen,” he said, his tone calm but serious. “I’ve been thinking about ways to bring you back—to make your return impactful. Right now, Aaron is parading my ex-fiancée as his new woman, trying to erase your place in his life like you never existed. We need something big, something that puts you back in control.” I tilted my head, unsure where he was going with this.

All I could think of were those dark brown eyes, the ones of my ex-wife. Sh!t! Why was i thinking of her? “Reid?” Kylie leaned closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know you want it as bad as I do.” Her hand went lower. “Enough,” I said coldly, pushing her thin hand away. “What?” “I said enough.” standing up, I straightened my jacket. “Just stop.” Her expression hardened. “Is this about her again? Yeah I heard she resurfaced. I saw it online.”

He believed she would come back. “Victoria is a Langford. We are not weak, we fight to finish. My princess would come back. If she were able to escape from Maria and Marcus, then she would make it back home. That I believe.” He said. Those were his exact words. I would say his faith was rubbing off on me already. Somehow my mind found an ounce of peace from his words. But he wants me back at the penthouse. He would hire more domestic staff to keep the house warm and lively while I manage Victoria's business.