Novel & Cerita Time's Up, But Ex-husband Wants Her Back

“I didn’t lose her, i threw her out !” “Threw her out ?” I said, voice low. “You fumbled her. Don’t rewrite the story just because I picked up what you couldn’t hold.” “You’re such a—” “Shut the fuck up, man, i have given you enough privileges as the angry ex husband, One more disrespectful word and you are out of my office ! And out of this job !” Williams blinked. “ You can’t marry her , Please “ I stepped around my desk and closed the space between us. “You fumbled a queen, and now she’s mine.”

Elianna's tone suddenly changed, "However, I can also understand. After all, Mr. Lockhart's thoughts are completely not on you now, so how could they be on your son?" Mrs. Lockhart was taken aback, "What do you mean?" Elianna said, "Sir, you haven't been home for a long time, right?" Mrs. Lockhart, "..." Elianna, "As far as I know, he is currently out and about, living it up. I bet you didn't know that your husband is enjoying himself in a luxurious mansion, completely oblivious to your existence." Mrs. Lockhart, "Stop trying to sow discord! My husband and I had a good relationship, and it was impossible for him to do such a thing and have another woman outside!"

Paige was in utter despair, and it didn't help that Cedric's mother doesn't like her, when she asked her about Cedric, she simply mocked her along with Marlynn the woman she had loved and wanted for her son. Paige was left with nothing. Six months ago, he returned home and the first thing he asked her for, was for her to sign divorce papers. To say Paige was shocked was an understatement, three years of waiting for him to return home only for him to come back and ask her to sign a divorce paper, so what about her? She has put her life on hold waiting for him to return, all that was just a waste.

I opened my mouth a few times before managing to form words. "I...I will sign them when we get home. Buteo, I came here today because... there's something I have to tell you." His jaw tightened. "I am not interested in your excuses." He pushed the door open and gestured toward the outside. "I expect the divorce papers to be signed when I get home. You will receive a quarter of my assets for two years of playing the role of my wife. Get out." My hands shot up to stop the door. I shook my head repeatedly, tears threatening to spill. "Leo, please. You can't do this. You can't divorce me. Let's fix our marriage."

As soon as he stepped into the grand living room, the governor's stern expression greeted him. "Governor, what’s going on?" Caleb asked, his voice laced with frustration as he bowed. The governor sat down slowly, his gaze piercing. "Your marriage to my daughter is being delayed." Caleb blinked, stunned. "Delayed? For how long?" "A year, maybe more." Caleb’s jaw clenched. "Why? I’ve already waited long enough to be with Linda. I can’t delay this again." The governor leaned forward, his tone sharp. "You will delay it because Celine—no, Zoey—came to me seeking a divorce. And I have granted it."

“If you say Jon he should give his wife, Edward’s mother, another chance and then get the hell out of here, I’ll have her yank the article. And if not…you know what will be on the front page of the Sunday paper…two days before the election.” “You’re a horrible fucking person.” “Like you’re much better,” she snorts. “How many people have you fucked over? Actually, I’m curious. How many other married men have you slept with? Jon can’t be the first.” “He’s not married to you anymore.” “It doesn’t matter. He was mine first. And I want him back.” She taps her watch. “Tick-tock. You don’t have much time before the front page is drafted up. And even if you took your sorry ass out of here after that

They stopped cheating behind your back only to start cheating openly, right in front of you. “What are you going to do about that, huh?!” I remembered the way she nagged, her eyes widening as if she wanted to swallow me whole with just her glare. I was broken, tattered, shattered like a broken jar falling from the highest mountain to the bottom floor. I looked so depressed, so tired of life itself. I was losing weight. Yet all she cared about was the man whose touch had replaced mine. I broke up the marriage, and since then, I haven’t looked back or wanted her back. So, I understood when Rebecca said she didn’t want to talk about it. She needed time. And she needed more of it to heal.

“I love you, but not today , let them have their moment . Lelia nods obediently without questioning me . I could only imagine what the press would say about this if they found out that my ex wife had moved on . I just didn’t get it , why was I so mad about this . Deep inside me , I knew that there was something troubling me at this moment , I didn’t know if it was seeing my ex wife with my business competitor or anything else. Solace was my wife for 7 years and I treated her like trash , I knew that . I know that she could be with any man that she wants to be with and I could care less but what I would care about is Alex . There is no way on earth , I will let her end up with that bastar

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

After all these years, an insult to the face was what I got for sacrificing my heart and even better opportunities just to actively support his dreams of becoming the man he is today. The orphaned girl who went through college on a private scholarship and walked tirelessly behind scenes to push his career to the peak was nothing. *** Henry didn’t even wait for the ink on the divorce papers to dry before leaving the office, his phone already pressed to his ear. It had been ringing nonstop since the process started. “I’m done, Caroline,” he said as he walked out of the lawyer’s office. “I’ll come get you… we’ll pick out the outfit.” I held the lawyer’s smile a second longer than I should have,