Romans & histoires The Ex-wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn

It was the same woman he had rejected and hurt back then but now, he was the one who was holding her so closely and didn't even want to let go. "Do you really not hate me for that?" he asked in a soft voice as he played with a strand of her hair. "And if that is so, then why not? Are you really that nice to forget about how I treated you?" He wondered why he was driven by impulse last night. He abandoned reason and surrendered to the passion that had erupted between the two of them. He was regretful about last night but also satisfied. He knew chaos was gonna erupt after this but he chose to ignore it. He couldn't overlook the undeniable satisfaction and attraction, so he didn't mind rekindl

ADAM’S POV After the dinner with Aria yesterday, the realization hits me hard—she’s difficult to impress and even harder to win back. Despite this, I find myself resolute, unwilling to give up on my ex-wife. I have never needed to pursue anyone before, and the concept is foreign and daunting. Seeking guidance, I turn to my assistant, hoping for some insight on how to navigate this unfamiliar territory. “Women love small gestures of love and care.”

He wanted her to be his again. He was going to use this opportunity to get her and wasn't going to let her go. But he knew she had feelings for that Xavier guy. He hated Xavier. He was jealous the woman he loves had feelings for him. His phone rang, he took it from the table looking at the caller. It was Paisley. He hesitated before answering it. "Let's meet at a 5-star hotel." With that, the line went off. ~

Taking a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears, she said sadly, "Lucas, we’ve been married for six years. Do you really want to do this?" Lucas sneered, "Rachel, what else do you bring to the table besides being a wife?" Rachel bit her lip, trying to use her last card to sway him, "Your stepmother won’t agree to this." She paused, then added, "If you divorce me, she’ll take back all the privileges she’s given you..." "You manipulative witch, do you think you still have anyone on your side?" Lucas laughed coldly, "I just received word from the house help that my stepmother is dead. Now you’re all alone."

“If you will not remarry me, then sleep with me.” “What?” Disgust twirled in my gut. “Just one last time,” he said. “I need closure. It is the only way I can move on from you.” “You are bargaining for our son’s life for sex?” He started toward me, but I stepped back. “This is vile. You are disgusting.”

And just like she'd disappeared five years ago, she was going to disappear from his sight the moment she got her hands on those shares, the moment they got divorced. She was going to leave him and return to the life she had before coming here. She was going to return to the man who made her smile and made her mutter his name while she slept. She was going to return to the man who she freely told she loved. And she was going to leave him all alone, again. Like a thin thread being pulled on, Cillian felt something within him being stretched. And the final pull came the moment that voice—the one he knew he shouldn't be listening to, after all, it led him to the white walls and ceiling of a hosp

Emily, crying the night everything fell apart, mascara streaking her cheeks as I stood frozen, already ruined by my own cowardice. And now? Now she was standing in her restaurant, powerful and composed, still gentle, still kind. And I was still in love with her. I shook my head, hating myself for it. What was I doing? What kind of man keeps walking into his ex-wife’s restaurant just to see her smile? What kind of husband finds his heart skipping when she laughs again, when she tells him everything will be okay? What kind of father thinks about someone else when his son is waiting for him to come home and his wife is folding laundry in a house full of hope?

Then he left, closing the door behind him. I sat there alone in the quiet room, listening to the sound of the air conditioning. Then a voice filled the space, startling me at first. It was deep and commanding, coming from the speaker on the wall. "Mr. Hart. Thank you for coming." I looked around, searching for cameras. "Who are you?" "That's not important. What's important is that we discuss your wife." "Ex-wife," the voice corrected. "The papers were filed two weeks ago." My hands curled into fists on the table. "She's still my wife until I sign those papers. And I'm not signing."

Now, I also had a talk with my editor and we decided on some changes. Originally, Ex-Husband's regret was supposed to be marked as completed, but we decided to wait. Noah’s story will continue in Ex-Husband’s Regret as a side story, but it's also its own separate book, that is, this one, The Billionaire’s Fight for Redemption. You can choose which version of it you want to read but since you've already downloaded this book, there really is no need for you to continue it in Ex-Husband's regret since the content is still the same and I don't want you paying double for the same thing.

I smirked and then turned to Shaw who looked very confused, “I scored a 91. A narrow escape.” He froze as the knots between his eyebrows loosened in an instant and a proud smile spread across his lips. “Congratulations…” He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “You have done it again…” I shivered, when he kissed my hand, his gentleness filling the deep chasm he left behind earlier. “I am ready.” I declared. “I am ready to make them bow to me, Shaw. I want my revenge started.” “Good.” He nodded softly. “Our marriage will be announced to the public tomorrow. Our first leap into revenge. Both of us will finally get our pound of flesh.”