Reclaiming My Ex Wife Novels & Stories

She wiped a tear from her cheek, her hand trembling as she did so. “Lucas is my ex-husband,” she said finally, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud would make them even more real. “We… we’ve been separated for years. I thought I’d moved on, thought he had too. But ever since he found out I was back, it’s like he’s made it his mission to ruin my life. And now, with Lisa…” She shook her head, her voice breaking. “I don’t even recognize him anymore.”

I turn to see Joanna in a robe looking at me with a smile. "Are you okay?" She asks "Well the past week has been overwhelming. I found out my girlfriend or should I say ex girlfriend is a thief and has been deported, somehow I'm back into the arms of my ex wife within 3 day" I say with a sigh "Come on Nik,I promise you wouldn't regret taking me back"she says and kisses me. Maybe this would be bad or so as I thought. ......................

~SIERRA~ No, I couldn't let myself fall for him again; I couldn't betray myself. Damian was my ex-husband, and even if he was changed, I was not going to get back with him. Sure, we will share custody as a parent, but we will never get back together. I cleared my throat, which brought me out of my frozen state. I couldn't let him see that he still affected me, but before I could say a word, my phone started to ring, and I reached for it and picked it up.

Because he sure is a load of trash! Her professional instincts as a journalist kept her from outright cursing, but her natural news sense pushed her to keep digging. "Ms. Jones, why would your ex-husband go to such lengths?" Elara sat on the couch as the warm yellow glow of the lamp cast soft light on her serene face. "I indeed miscalculated at the time—I shouldn't have stayed in a house under my ex-husband's name. Everything he gave me was nothing more than an illusion. "That was the moment I truly understood—never entrust your future to a man. The only person I can rely on is myself."

he said, his eyes swirling with anger. Tears streamed down my face. “No, you are not going to do that,” I declared. “You can’t abandon me now too. I thought you were only angry because you thought I pushed Harper off the staircase. Now that I have been vindicated, what more is wrong? I can forgive you for abandoning me in jail, but you can’t abandon me now. I am still your wife,” I poured out. “Point of correction, ex-wife,” he declared, presenting a divorce decree to me.

"Is the woman living in your house really your wife?" "Is it true she visited your grandmother pretending to be family?" Jason’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and cold. "She’s not my wife. Claire Wynne my real wife died in prison five years ago." Matt’s smile froze in place. Mandy stiffened for half a second but quickly masked it, looking pleased. Jason stared straight at Matt, as if daring him to move. The reporters pressed harder. "Do you have proof?" Jason sneered. "You think I'd mistake my own wife?"

I turned to see a tall figure at the door. It was my husband. For a moment, I forgot how he had left me for his ex, lost in the sight of him. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was. His handsome face stirred something sweet inside me. I smiled at him, knowing he must have rushed to the hospital for me after leaving his ex. “Freddie,” I called out softly. “Lessie, you’re pregnant, and my ex is back. I want her, so let’s end this.”

As I watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling steadily, I thought about everything that had brought us to this moment. Sarah was more than just my ex-wife; she was a part of me. And now, as we explored this new chapter together, I realized how much I had missed her. I thought back to the laughter we had shared on our do-over date at the tourist spots, how we had teased each other, enjoying every silly moment. It was like we were discovering each other all over again, and it felt amazing. And then there was the cooking class, where I had tried too hard to impress her and ended up creating a kitchen disaster.

“My ex-husband found love in my sister, and who am I to stand in the way of true love? They deserve each other, and I’m happy for them. As for me, I have moved on and found my own happiness.” I held up my left hand, allowing the cameras to zoom in on the sparkling wedding ring that gleamed under the bright lights. The message was clear: I was no longer the jilted ex-wife, nor was I the bitter sister. I was Anna—no, Aria—Harvey, and I was in control of my narrative.

she said, and I looked at her confused. “Which is by your side as your wife. I am here to reclaim the rights I have over you as your wife,” she answered. “You lost those rights the moment you walked out. NOW GET THE HELL OUT,” I said firmly, and she smiled. “I walked out a few years ago. I am not doing that mistake again,” she said, and I scoffed. “You are out of your mind if you think that I will let you stay in my house,” I said and this time she scoffed as well.