To Win His Ex-wife's Heart Again 소설 & 이야기

Is he pranking me right now? “What do you mean you got me a car? And stop saying home.” I try to keep my anger on a low just so nobody would hear my voice except him. “Sarah, I know I mean a mistake –” “You sent me a divorce paper and gave me two weeks to sign them. That doesn’t sound like a mistake.” “Yeah, yeah,” he throws his head left and right. “But I regret it now, and I know you are the woman I want by my side all the days of my life.” He’s definitely taking something. No! I refuse to be confused and deceived.

Then he said, "I have feelings for you. I messed up before and lost you. Now that I know how I feel, I can't imagine the rest of my life without winning you back." "I'll say it again. As long as you don't interfere with my life, do whatever you want. It has nothing to do with me." With that, Ariana walked away without another glance. … Half an hour later, Spencer sat in the restaurant across from George. George poured him some coffee. "Don't look so down. It took me over half a year to win over my wife. How long has it been for you? Don't lose hope. Besides... Honestly, you were pretty awful to her before."

The door opened and I swallowed the happy lump that had formed in my throat. “Hmm,” Natt grunted, stopping on his track upon seeing me standing on his way. I swear, my husband wasn't like that, it was the thought of not been able to conceive that made him that way. Before, he would have rushed at me and give me that cocky smile that I loved so much. “Hey,” I bit back the grin that was threatening to broke out of my lips. “You’re back.” I pressed my lips together, trying to keep it light.

On one hand, there was a chance that Liza already loved someone else, and going after her would only cause her pain but on the other hand, there was also a possibility that they could rebuild their relationship and have the life they had both once dreamed of. The only thing he was sure about was that he needed to have her in his life. He had been a machine for the last four years, barely showing any emotions, meeting her again had brought him back to life, reviving all those buried feelings. He had been stupid when he had cheated on her and even more stupid when he had accused her of the same but he wasn't the same man now. He had grown and learned from his mistakes, if given a second chance

“The pay is ten times more than here.” Marie raised her eyebrows. “Ten times?” “Yes. And most of all… It’s far from my past.” I was talking about my ex-husband. I didn’t want to see him again. He had left us and the best thing was to keep my distance from that bastard and try to start a new life with my daughter. When we got to the airport, Selena saw the planes as her eyes were wide open. “Mama, look at the big plane!” “Yes, baby, we’re getting on that one.”

“To fresh starts. And no more emotionally constipated men.” Mia screamed in agreement. Natalie tilted her head back, downed her drink, and grinned. She felt…light. Having spent three years walking in eggshells around her so-called love sick husband. She finally felt free to behave however she pleaded. Meanwhile on the first floor, Liam still leaned against the railing, looking down at the party below with his friends beside him. His jaw clenched tight as he stared at his wife…. No his ex wife in disbelief. She was nothing like the woman he was married to for three years. She danced, she drank, she made jokes. Men hovered around her, flirting and smiling, and she didn’t turn them away.

he thought. "Son, did you hear me?" Nick asked, pulling him out of his reverie. "Yes, Dad, I heard, and it's the best news I could have received. She's still my wife, and I just have to win her back. However, Galata must continue to think she's my ex, because otherwise, she'll find a way to make the divorce effective, and I can't allow that," he replied, still thoughtful. "Is something wrong?" his father asked him.

“What you need to do is reevaluate your past choices and start making better ones by focusing on what’s important.” Adrian sighed like some melodramatic actor in a tragic play. “Fine. You’re right. I need to focus. And when I do, I’ll win her back.” I glanced at him. “Win who back?” “My ex,” he muttered. “I kinda blew things up yesterday, and I’m sure she hates me, but if I get my life together, she’ll see that I’m on top, and she’ll come back to me.”

He knew that what he had done was unforgivable, so he wanted to show his wife that he was willing to wait for her until she fully accepted him in her life. ‘For now, I’ll be content with what you can give me. If it’s just sex without your heart, I am going to do everything to win your heart and love back so we would be making love instead of having plain sex.’ he thought.

His entire face is bright red now, his embarrassment painfully obvious. It would almost be funny if it weren’t so pathetic. “Just shut up and stay the hell away from my wife!” he spits, trying far too hard to pretend none of that happened. “Ex-wife,” I correct lazily, stepping closer. “And honestly, after that heartfelt display of sincerity, I think I should return the favor.” He frowns, but I can see the attention sharpen in his eyes. I continue. “Thirty days. I’ll give you thirty days to win Elara back and convince her to remarry you. If you succeed, I’ll walk away. Completely. But if you fail—”