Time's Up, But Ex-husband Wants Her Back Novels & Stories

I don't want to be in debt to her. "What will you tell me?" I leaned over my watch to check the time. "You have twenty minutes to tell me what you're going to say," I couldn't help but show her a bad attitude. I could not understand myself in what I was doing. Maybe because I’m not comfortable with her. My husband’s ex-girlfriend was in front of me. "Fine, then," she paused, "give him back to me." She sipped on her drink as if she had said nothing. I frowned at him. I tried my best to calm myself.

"You better prepare to leave this place now. We are going back to Queshon City to meet my family and relatives, do not fail me. I expect you not to get flustered by my relatives' questions. Gave me award-winning acting. In return, I assure you to protect your privacy. No one at LV university would know that you are my wife. My relatives will zip their mouth because they respect my decisions. However, be mindful of Auntie Lucilla because she's a nagger. Don't lose your cool in front of her since she's fast to catch things." Suddenly the hairs in her body crawled in cringe from hearing the same statement from her past and present feels like a scary deja vu. It was the same thing he uttered bac

Why was he leaving so soon, he wasn't going to get Miss Diana first? She was still confused. She would still be so scared. "Okay, when would you be back?" "I don't know. I'm going for an important meeting. Promise me one thing?" "Okay." She would literally lay down her soul for Jaylen if he asked. She remembered how he had found her. Her exhusband had chased her out and took in a new woman, but she had been a stay at home wife... She didn't have any money to fall on and she didn't have any body either.

It's been seven years and a lot might have changed about the guy. I pushed his thoughts out of my head and instantly, my brain welcomed the thoughts of Nathan. Why does he think he has the right to threaten Georgie? He's my ex-husband, not current husband. He can't act all possessive and protective. I didn't let his thoughts settle before I pushed them away as well. I walked into the bathroom, removed my dresses, and took a shower. It was a feat getting to shower without spilling some water on my injured hand.

“I will advise you to watch your tongue now that I’m still being nice to you” I scoffed. “Nice? You wish. You’ve never been nice to me my whole life” “Maybe you didn’t deserve it” I clenched my fist. “Get out of my house” She cocked her head. “Your house? Do you even have a place here?” “This. Is. My. Husband’s. House” “Husband?” She chuckled. “Does he even want you?” “He does” “Really? So tell me why he’s been spending time with another woman recently”

"Look this is business and this is too much money at stake, for my company to make! What option did they give you?" "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Yang stands up and does that ridiculous chuckled or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photo's, and you and the Exo member can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it."

“You know what? I am done with you and your tragic heroine era. I sent your credentials to Blacktrone Company. Your interview is in two hours. So get up. Shower. Dress. Move. You are not staying here mourning like the apocalypse happened.” I froze. “You did what?” I yelled, sitting upright. “Yes, I did,” she replied without blinking. “And you are not lying back on that bed again.” “Ivana…” I warned. But she was already halfway out the door. Then she turned back dramatically. “Oh, and remind me never to take you to a club again. I refuse to lose my future husband because you decided to perform heartbroken poetry in front of every eligible man in the building.” The door shut behind her.

"But never too busy for Vanessa. You smile at her. You laugh with her. When was the last time you even looked at me? Really looked at me?" "Maybe if you didn't nag constantly, I'd want to be around you more." His words were cruel. "You're always complaining. The kids are fine, you have everything you need—this house, credit cards, a comfortable life. What more do you want?" "I want my husband back!" "I'm right here!" "No, you're not. You haven't been here in years." Tears streamed down my face, hot and angry. "I gave up everything for you. My family, my career, my entire life. And you can't even remember my birthday."

He sounded irritated. “Let me finish.” “No, it’s okay. I guess you expect me to go back to my ex-wife too.” “I thought she had passed?” He did make it clear his ex-wife died long ago. “Yes, but maybe you want me to dig up her grave, because apparently for you, your ex-husband was alive, and now you have decided to return to him.” He was being sarcastic, and I didn’t know how to respond, as I knew how much her death still affected him. She was the reason he didn’t want to commit in the first place. That’s why it didn’t work between us.

Cullen grunted and I smirked. He stopped pacing and came to me at where I was sitting. “The chairman told us he has an important announcement to make at his birthday party. If we miss the chairman’s speech, I hope to God you won't make me lie to chairman that you weren't in the city. Remember how hard the chairman begged us not to be away on business on his birthday?” Cullen scoffed, eyeing the muffler in my hands as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. After my husband chased me out three years ago, and that stranger, Mr. William Frost helped me to the hospital and offered to help me to be a better version of myself after learning of my situation. I had least expected that man to be s