The Ex-wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Novels & Stories

I retorted, noticing the guilt and anger flash in his eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you. Yes, I did with my ex-wife, and it was foolish. If she were here right now, I would beg for her forgiveness. You have to understand how I feel knowing she died without me telling her I loved her. She passed away thinking I was a monster. I spent a year unable to find peace, clinging to the hope that she was alive. But when I saw you, everything changed; you became my redemption,” he said, and I took a step back.

She was scared. She didn't know what his reaction would be, and his silence only made things worse. Just when they thought he wouldn't speak, his voice rang, "What, Stewart?" She signed, "Stewart Johnston, Liam. My ex-husband. We are back," she let out. "Are you crazy, girl?" He threw at him, standing and clutching the table. His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't believe that she would return to him after what he had done to her. He refused to believe that she had decided with her right senses. He could argue that she had been charmed.

If I was ready to hear the truth, and if I would be strong enough to hear it. "Alright, fine!" She exhaled. "Sorry you had to find out this way. But Rose here is pregnant with Lucas's child, and they are going to get married." My heart twisted in my chest, and my lips trembled. I just needed to confirm it. I opened my mouth to talk, but no word came out. The betrayal cut deeper than any dagger ever would. "I told my son to compensate you. You should sign the divorce papers and take the money. It'll be enough to start life afresh."

she said, “this is about your marriage. Your life. Your love. You’re fighting for love, for marriage..... Don't make any rush decisions, we are talking about your life here.” I almost laughed at the absurdity of it... love? After betrayal? But she wasn’t done. “Ryan is your husband,” she said, pressing her point. “That woman? She’s just his mistress. He’ll get tired of her soon enough. Like I told you, She’s just manipulating him.” She leaned in, her tone lowering. “Now that you know what you’re dealing with, you can slowly work your way back into Ryan’s heart. Back into his life. Remind him why he fell in love with you in the first place. Remind him why he married you.”

“Okay, fine. A month after our divorce, I realised I made a mistake. A terrible one. I called…texted… you ignored every attempt. I’ve been waiting for you to return to Australia, Eros. I was wrong, I admit it. “I want you back, Eros Rodriguez.” Her voice cracked out like a desperate prayer, her eyes shimmering with sincerity or perhaps desperation. Seconds ticked by as she waited for Eros’ response, but he neither flinched nor uttered a word. “Please say something,” she whispered. Finally, Eros looked up and met her gaze. “It’s too late, ex-wife,” he uttered, his voice calm and cold. “What do you mean?” Natalia blurted out, her breath wavering. “Come in,” Eros said, stepping aside for her.

|| Slade || I looked around the mansion. I still couldn’t believe I was back home with the woman I love and my children. I walked into the children’s bedrooms; they were all sound asleep. I pecked each of them goodnight. The sound of their breathing was the most peaceful sound in the world, and I lingered, watching them. I can’t believe that, a long time ago, I didn’t want any kids and now I’d do anything for them, even give my life. They are the physical proof that I am capable of love and redemption.

“Yesterday.” He laughed, short and humorless. “I’ll start tomorrow. But Moore? Fair warning. Whatever I find, it might not be what you want to hear. From what I’m seeing, your ex-wife spent eight years clawing her way back from whatever hell she left. That kind of journey changes people. Hardens them. If you’re hoping to find some weakness you can exploit, some soft spot you can press, you might be disappointed.” “Just find the truth,” I said. “Whatever it is.”

I said with finality and about to move past her but she grabbed my wrist and hugged me from behind. “Damien, I know you don’t love me and I also know what you still have feelings for your ex-wife who is pregnant with our babies. Our lives have become complicated but I don’t want our marriage to end. I am doing everything to make you feel happy. Please, give me another chance to be the wife you want me to be.” She kept saying. I closed my eyes to let the guilt pass and then I slowly removed her hands from my torso. She was crying and I do feel bad for her but it was my life and I know what I have always wanted. It is always Madeline.

Cold. Anne couldn’t help but replay the last time she saw that face. The stinging words that she’d spat at her. How her heart had shattered into a million pieces. Her eyes’s drifted to the mirror. That woman who had been broken… was no longer broken. She had been reborn. Soon, they would all see.

Something she can trade to save the one person who matters. “You’re not a whore. You’re my wife.” The words come out sharp, blade-edge clean, and they surprise both of us. I see her flinch, see something flicker across her face that might be anger or might be something worse. “Your wife?” She smiles, but it’s bitter. Broken. “The one you treat however you want? The one you ignore? The one you left under the stairs like she was nothing?” Her voice rises, and I can hear years of resentment pouring out. “The one whose opinion never mattered in that suffocating cage you call a home? The one you never believed? Tell me, Julian—which wife am I supposed to be? Because we both know what all of this