To Win His Ex-wife's Heart Again Novels & Stories

I headed back into the house and straight to my office a few seconds after she left. This was just my first attempt at trying to get her on my side and it actually worked to a point before she snapped back to her usual self again. But maybe I could do better with constant attempts backed with actions aimed at winning her heart on a daily basis If I can just get all this paperworks off my table before our Mating ceremony tomorrow. So I dived back into work with a clear goal in mind; 'Get this done with so I can have enough time to win my Mate's heart back'.

“If that’s the only way to keep you by my side, then I will do it!” “Selfish!” Devia hissed, holding back tears. “You don’t love me, yet you refuse to let me go. You just want to win. You’ve turned my life into a game!” Argan moved closer, nearly touching her shoulder, but Devia stepped back sharply. “Devia, I know I was wrong. But I can’t let you go. You’re my wife. Period.” Devia looked at him with pain in her gaze. “No law, no witness, not even your mother can force me to love you again. You can delay this divorce, but you cannot stop my heart from leaving you.”

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

“Um, yeah, you mentioned somebody broke his heart years ago—” “Well, apparently, she won it right back,” Genevieve rants, pacing a tight circle around my kitchen island. “She’s back in town, and even though she’s currently married to some corporate mogul, Julian still has the absolute hots for her. He’s planning on handing over the entire charity foundation to her.” I force a calm, placating smile onto my face. “Gen, I’m sure you’re overreacting. Julian is a structured guy, he wouldn't just—”

“Why now? After everything?” “Because I can’t stand to see him ruin you,” Lucas said, stepping closer. “I know I’ve been cold, distant... even cruel. But letting Ethan win isn’t an option. Not for me. Not for you.” Jasmine felt her resolve waver. His words were convincing, and for a moment, she wanted to believe him. But the memories of his indifference during their marriage stopped her. “You’re saying all the right things now,” she said softly, looking away. “But it doesn’t erase the past.”

Alaric dragged in air, and ran his fingers through his hair. “You know what, fuck everything.” He mumbled in a low tone and stormed towards her. “I know that you do not like me and I don't blame you. There are times that I do not like myself too. But one thing I never lied about liking is her. I know I might have sucked at this in the past, but not anymore.” He dragged in another air, his neck veins popping. “Even if it takes me giving up my life to see her smile, then I will gladly do it. She.…” He paused. I could hear the emotions in his voice. I could feel his sincerity. “She is all I want. Everything I need. So I don't care how long you want to have this fight, I am not letting my wife g

The man whom she loved, the man who broke her heart, the man who spent months rebuilding it piece by piece,the father of her child, the man who eventually stayed. “Sophia Reyes….... I don't want another chance because I deserved one”. Tears filled her eyes instantly. “.......I want one because I love you and because every future I imagine has you in it……I can't promise perfection but I can promise effort everyday”. He said,his eyes softened. The valley seemed to disappear around them, everything narrowed down to this moment to him or her. “Sophia…..will you marry me again”?. His voice broke slightly. There was silence. The silence was beautiful, terrifying and wonderful . And then, Sophia la

He couldn't ignore the uncertain emotions stirring within him, nor the fact that he was engaged to another woman. Lost in his thoughts, Max's eyes landed on a framed picture of him and his ex-wife, Carmela. He still kept that picture of them both smiling happily. Guilt gnawed at him as he realized the implications of his growing feelings for Nichole, and same for Carmela. He knew he had to confront his own emotions and address the difficult situation that had unfolded.

I said and ended the call. We arrived at Olivia's apartment after a few minutes' drive, and Chantel brought the bag to me. From there we went to the company and went upstairs to my apartment and I realized it was locked. I went down to my office for the spare key and returned to the apartment. I grabbed a few things and picked up my medicine box. I put them into a bag. I quickly changed into an all-black suit. I couldn't find my phone so I decided to buy a new one later. If I wanted to win my wife back, I needed to spend more time with her. I know it wasn't going to be easy. If she gains her memory, I know it will be over. But before that, I need to do something to awaken that love she once

like she was fighting herself and losing. And God… so was he. The kiss wasn’t a mistake to him. He knew that. Every sensible part of him was screaming that it should be. Because she is his ex-wife, the woman he’d let slip through his fingers, the one he had no claim on anymore. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. And he wanted more. His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. But he wasn’t going to stop trying and maybe, just maybe if Briella knew everything he’d hidden from her she would….