No Second Chances, Ex-husband Novels & Stories

If he made one mistake, he wouldn't even have the chance to be forgiven. "Demi, can you forgive me just once? I know I was infuriating before, but if we can start over again, I promise to make it up to you and bring happiness back into your life. Just give me a chance." "Demi, we've been married for two years. I don't believe that you no longer have any feelings for me. Let's have one more chance, okay?" Tom Hulce shook Demi Moore's frail shoulders, pleading. But Demi Moore remained despondent and shook her head.

We were happy but pain and confusion made us fall apart. Now, back in his arms, I don't think I'd be able to control my feelings anymore. I don't think I'd be able to endure the pain of pushing him away. I don't think I'd be able to let him go. Because just like before, just like what always happens, I've always found myself running back to him. I've always found myself drowning in my feelings for him. Noah Hanson. My ex-husband captured me for the second time. "Paige…"

I knew I should have kept my mouth shut but it was just too much for me to hold in. Before I knew it he was beside me. He grabbed me from the collar of my clothe and held he up. "You keep defying me, why?" He asked. "Look at me when I speak to you." He shouted. I raised my head and looked at him. We are supposed to be mates! I held back my words. Ever since the full moon two years ago, my life has become miserable. Not that it was any better before but I would trade my present life to get the former back.

I don’t think I can go through that again. The man made me take care of his illness faking lover, threatening my daughter to keep me in line. Then he kicked me out. I will not let my guard down again and give him the opportunity to hurt me again. Jade could come back, and Kane would be tripping over his feet with his arms wide open and ready to welcome her. I could not go through that again, mate or not. I was also not sure if he was not going to reject me as soon as we leave this place. Right now, he might just be distracted by the Cole thing.

The fastest one had already yanked open his pants, spreading her legs and forcing himself inside. Sarah cried out in despair. “Rhett! How could you treat me like this?” Rhett simply watched the miserable scene of the husband and wife with a satisfied smile. “You betrayed your husband,” he said calmly. “Why would you think I could still trust you? Even though I don’t remember everything from that dream, I saw one thing: you betrayed me.” Another man had already replaced the first between Sarah’s legs. She struggled and sobbed, but no one paid her any attention.

“You're one to talk, after breaking up with her you couldn't even take a few days to suck up the news about becoming a dad and the next minute, you were already kissing another woman and hopping on her bed....” “Nothing like that ever happened! You have no idea how difficult it was for me to let go of Madeline.” Kane was quick to turn around and defend himself. He wouldn't let others think him and Madeline's break-up was all his fault. No way he would take the fall alone. He believed Madeline was also at fault and refused to think practically.

With renewed determination, I am resolved to continue this search, ensuring that no aspect is overlooked in my efforts to protect myself and Serena. I begin to reflect, questioning whether all of this is connected to Eric's past. In truth, I haven't gotten to know my husband and his background very well. When we started our relationship, everything felt fast-paced and passionate. In that rush, I didn't truly delve into who Eric really is. Now, I feel there’s something he’s been hiding from me all along.

“But we don’t do that.” My eyes moved back to my knee. “I’m sorry I didn’t take that call. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my dead wife. But now, I’ve put it all on the line for you. Give me a chance, sweetheart.” “But you had your chance⁠—” “You’ve given Bolton way more chances than he deserves,” he snapped. “All I’m asking for is a second one.” “Bolton is my husband. It’s different.” “You were going to divorce him until he pulled that burglary.”

The mention of money and Lila—the two things that had fueled his downfall—seemed to hit the mark. "What about my wife?" Mark asked, his voice sounding smaller, more pathetic. "Ex-wife," I corrected him sharply, the words cutting like a blade. "And keep your mouth shut. If you behave, I might just let you meet her." The rage in Mark’s voice drained away, replaced by a hollow, desperate sobriety. The silence stretched for a moment before he spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. "Is that a promise?" he asked. "It’s a promise," I replied, my tone icy. "But don’t even think for a second that this is your 'second chance' at anything. You are following my script now. Now, give the phone back to

“If by plain sight you mean ‘liable to be caught at any moment’, then I must say you're doing a very good job.” He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched like he was on the verge of laughter. “Bradford and Sal are here already. They'll be trying to get something on Grog, while we're over here fetching intel on your ex husband.” “Ex husband sounds so . . .” “Strange?” “Not really. It's just that for a long time I used to hope that we would be together forever. And now . . .” “He's married to someone else.” I sighed. “Yeah. Not like I'm unhappy about it or anything, but still—”