When I Left Him, My Husband Begged Me To Come Back Novels & Stories

“What are we gonna do about that husband of yours?” I let out a dry laugh. “What are you talking about? We already had this conversation. You asked me to help you get him away from Maya. I told you I’d do my best, and I did. I went to Florida. He left. I didn’t even know he was leaving. So now he’s on vacation with your baby mama, and I’m back here. What exactly do you want from me?” He studies me for a second… then chuckles. “So… you giving up?”

“The cracked phone. The folder.” “I know,” she said. “Me too.” “If I hadn’t run after you,” he said. “You did though,” she said. “That’s the only version that matters.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Three months ago,” he said, “you were standing on a street being called someone’s cousin. And tomorrow you’re going to stand in this room and become my wife.” She felt that move through her, slow and warm, the full weight of how far the distance had been and how short the time.

Uff my stubborn husband. . “All right, how about if mom will come here to take care of mine until you come back?” . “I am not going.”, He again denied. Seems like my husband has forgotten that along with father, he is a RAW Agent as well. Where is my that husband for whom duties always came first? . “Alright, don’t go. I will not talk with you. I will not let you touch me and I will not let you feel my babies.”, I decided stubbornly, and he looked at me in shock.

Moreover, the last sentence that he uttered made me froze. The strong denial in my mind was finally broken down. "…We meet again, wife..."

It was as if he melted away all that was bad in the world. He placed me on the bed, shifting the blankets to cover me. As he bent down, placing a kiss on my forehead, I had a sense of sadness wash over me. He was going to leave. I worried that he would never come back. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as tight as I could. “Please stay.” I said desperately in a whisper. The moment the words left my lips I regrated them. What kind of neglected passed-over wife did I sound like?

I couldn’t help but cry as I recalled while he had kept me in the dark. “I didn’t leave,” I spoke and squeezed his hands. “I would never have left.” “And if you had failed your promise and not return, I would have followed you.” I cried. More tears fell down the corner of his eyes and I could tell that he wanted to speak, but couldn’t. “It’s me and you together now, forever, okay?” “Now, my darling husband. Get well soon, so we can make a dozen babies that look just like you.”

Had it not been a big project offer from Gucci, she would not have left the mansion yesterday. "I am glad your husband is not here. He is the devil of them all." Ma chuckled. "I agree, Ma. But I am happy he resumed his work today." I miss him though. I had to threaten my husband with my body in order to get him go back to work. It was only when he realized he would neither get to touch me nor kiss me was when he got up, got dressed, and left the mansion. Not including his curses and a deep punishing kiss that makes my lips tickle even now.

"And there's no stopping me. He must pay with his blood for what he did to me. Why did he come back yet again? Why?" He came back? "He came back after the breakup?" "Hell yeah, came back for the blow jobs and titfucks and pussy clenching fuck no one else could give him out there, not even you. But he fell right into my trap. The whole room was bugged." A superior snort. "Look, girl, I'm tired of this shit. My patience is wearing thin. I only called you to tell ya how serious this is. And if you are wise enough, you step down and save your husband's face."