My Powerful Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

"What could you possibly want after all this time, Noah?" The return of her ex-husband to the city was something she had never even thought was possible. But not only had he done that, but he was now actively coming after her? Olivia knew a lot of things about Noah Grant, and one of them was that he never did anything without a very good reason. So what exactly could have made him come back to a wife he had abused and disregarded for so long?

“You better don't be here when I get back because I will fucking kill you and bury you myself.” I sprinted out of my office and dialled my wife's number as I entered into my car. Driving out of the company like a drunken man. The call entered voice mail and I cursed under my breath. I swear, I won't ever forgive myself if anything happen to Valentina.

He's staring intently at me as if exploring my soul, delving into the pit of my being. "Perhaps you're a witch reincarnate, aren't you? You cast a spell on me, that instead of loathing you to death... i find you so interesting and I can't seem to control myself from claiming you back... my ex-wife." His words brought an unworldly effect on me that it doubled the pace of the beats within me. "No..." I don't believe him... but on the other hand, why do i still want to? "I'm serious when I say I'll take you back, because i want you back for myself." He hissed acidly, his hand went up to my chin, his fingers caressing my jawline.

“She’s ready to destroy your life if you try going back.” He chuckled again and shook his head slowly. “What would you do?” The bartender sighed softly. “I’d say you messed up badly.” Frederick smiled painfully. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I know.” The bartender folded his arms. “But honestly… How do you expect to get back to someone you once destroyed? To her, you’re probably irrelevant now.” That word hit Frederick instantly. Irrelevant. Just like Sarah said earlier. His jaw tightened painfully. “I don’t care how she sees me,” he muttered stubbornly. “I just want her back.”

I am Not a fool. He even said he he needs and he knew that I would not give it to him so he was just getting it out of his system so he can be faithful once we marry. Is he serious! Then he even said we can be a powerful couple once we take over our families companies. And there you have it folks. The real reason he wants me back. Money! I thought he was different but he is just like everyone that wants to be with me. It’s always about my family’s money and power. The doorbell rings taking me out of my thoughts and I go open the door. “Hi Elise”

Elianna said, "Silly little fool, it's not your fault. If mommy were stronger, she could bring you back home right away." Zack was puzzled and asked, "So, can't I go home with Mommy now?" Elianna said, "Did you know? When Mommy and that man separated, they hadn't officially divorced yet, so he thinks Mommy is dead. He doesn't even know about Owen. He doesn't know that Mommy has another son besides you. If he finds out, he will definitely try to fight for Owen's custody."

“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.”

I took a slow breath. "Abe..." I looked down at my hands. "...is the ex I told you about." Silence. "The toxic one?" I nodded. "The one who used to make comments about your body?" Another nod. "The one who cheated?" "Flirted with other women." He exhaled slowly. "I see." I walked into the living room. "I should've told you we were working together." "You should have." There wasn't any anger in his voice. Just disappointment. Somehow that hurt more.

“You want something.” I swallowed, my throat suddenly felt dry. “Yes. I need your help.” His eyes stayed on me, studying me like a predator watching his prey. I had rehearsed this conversation, but now that I was here, actually looking at him, I began to doubt myself. “My ex-husband stole everything from me. My business, my reputation… and now, no one will even take my calls. I need a way back in. And you are the only person powerful enough to—”

What she was doing. She never wanted me. She wanted what I stood for—power, status, control. Things she could show off. Things she could wield. But she couldn’t steal any of it from me. So now this… this pathetic attempt… is her way of clawing it back, now that she’s finally realized it’s slipped right through her polished little fingers. I expected that going public with Maddison yesterday… calling her my woman… would finally make my dear ex-wife snap. I wanted her pissed, sure. But I also expected her to take the damn hint. Sign the papers. Have a little pride. Back the fuck off.