روايات وقصص ضمن Time's Up, But Ex-husband Wants Her Back

"Mark and I were together since high school. We were married for ten years. But the last few years were a nightmare. He didn't work. He spent our money. And he... he wasn't faithful." "People are saying you only came back because Julian Vane is a billionaire who wants you," Addison Myers said. She leaned forward. "They say you saw an opportunity to trade a poor husband for a rich one. Why didn't you show up for your husband during those five years? Why did you leave him to suffer?" I felt the anger start to burn in my chest. It pushed out the fear.

Not this time. So, instead of answering directly, I took a deep breath and said, "I don't have time for this." "Excuse me?" “My husband,” I retorted, my voice slightly broken. “He beats me almost all the time. I just got out of the hospital. And to top it all off, my best friend is sleeping with him. So, if you’re one of those cocky lawyers who thinks they own the place, don’t waste my time.” A silence fell. Then his tone softened, losing all its malice.

Until A hand shot out from the shadows, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into a side room. BANG!. She slammed against the wall, pain ricocheting through her back as her shoulder blades took the brunt. Rosy winced, raising her eyes to meet the furious gaze of a man( Her ex-husband Stephen). She arches a brow, calm as ever but before she could speak, he exploded. “Rosy! Didn't I tell you to leave New York after the divorce? What the hell are you doing back there?!”. “ You picked this particular time to return? You are trying to crash my wedding, aren't You?”. “ If you so much as think of ruining it, I won't forgive You!”. “ I don't love you. I never did. You need to accept that and stop test

“Who’s your lady? I don’t know her. I have to go home and make dinner for my husband since he’s coming back from work soon. I don’t have time for you.” Then, she tried to walk around them. “You and your husband both lost your jobs. What work are you talking about? Ms. Yates, are you willing to watch your husband get closer to his ex-wife each day until they remarry?” Jessica froze. “Who the hell are you guys?” How did they know so much about her personal life?

When I turned to Cassian his eyes answered it all “You're so evil Cassian. I have loved you for six years, I have loved you relentlessly and all I ever asked was for you to return my love. Why? Why would you do this to me, why would you do this to us?." “I told you Freya, I married you because I wanted to secure my deal. Sign this divorce papers and leave my house." “I'm not leaving, this is my house too. Your father picked me six years ago to be your wife and I said my vows on an altar, I am not leaving you." Genevieva threw the files on me and she folded her hand across her chest. Cassian neared me and I shifted backwards till I had no other place to go. His fingers tightened on my cheeks

“Why don't you give him a chance again to redeem his mistakes?” Scarlet stared at the bank space for a while thinking of what Lyssa had just said. “But Maria?” “Forget about Maria, scarlet. If Lucas wants you then go for it, that's if your heart still yearns for him. He's still your husband…” “Ex-husband…” scarlet corrected which made Lyssa roll her eyes. “Fine, ex-husband. But he still wants you scarlet. You can't deny the fact that you still feel a thing for him too. If you never did, you wouldn't have visited when you heard of his accident at the hospital.”

Just enough to make him flinch. And now you come back? Now you think you love him? She laughed. One short, bitter sound with no joy in it. You can go back, Ryan. Go back to them. He’s not yours to touch. Ryan flinched like she’d slapped him. Sandra, please. I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t You didn’t because you never cared or want to know,she cut him off. Don’t do this. Don’t pretend now. He stood up slow. Hands open, like he could catch all the years he’d dropped. I ’m asking for forgiveness. I’m begging you. Let me make it right please, let me be that kind of husband you want please l beg you

I blinked and looked at her, only to follow her gaze to my hand gripping the glass so tightly that it would break into pieces in the next second. “Is something bothering you?” She asked, and I forced myself not to groan. At times, she acts all brilliant, but at times she just seems dumb; just as she’s acting now. “Yes. I have a lot on my mind right now.” “Is this about Jackson and his wife?” “His ex-wife, and yes.” I hissed. “The bastard is having a hard time making a decision to marry me and he wouldn’t even sign the divorce papers. How hard can it be to just put his signatures in there?” I ranted angrily.

"His ex-wife came back. With kids he didn't know existed. Twins." I pressed my hand to my chest, gasping softly. "How awful for him. And for you—having to deal with the fallout." "You have no idea." His eyes were already slightly glassy. Lightweight. "Eight years she was gone. Eight years of him being... I don't know, functional. And now she's back and he's..." "What?" "Obsessed. Again." The words came out sharp, angry. "Can't focus on anything else. Board meetings, client calls—everything takes a backseat to Aria fucking Campbell."

“Hubby, this is not a misunderstanding, you begged for me to come back and now I’m here. Our son needs his mother after all.” Silence, as thick as a year long unattended forest, settled over the room. Grayson’s eyes met mine, sadness, worry and a silent plea, but neither of it mattered. He had a wife, he was still married to his ex, the same ex that he had been strung on for years even after their separation, the same ex with whom he had a son he loves more than his own life. And now she was back, to take back her home.