Novel & Cerita When I Left Him, My Husband Begged Me To Come Back

“I love you so badly that I want the days to slow down. I want the seconds to stop. I want to scrape together every excuse I can find and use all of them just to stay with you. Just to remain your husband.” I blinked and bit my lower lip hard enough to hurt. “You do not want to be my husband. Do you remember that part?” He visibly tensed. “That was seven years ago, when I was a jerk, stupid, and fucked up.” I held his gaze even though my chest felt like it was splitting open. “And you think this will be different? You think if you try to win me back, I will just go to you?” “I am praying you will,” he said quickly as if he thought of that question a million times he knew what his answer woul

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

His tears soak my dress as he holds onto me tightly, as if he’s scared to let go, scared that I’d slip away from him. “I love you too,” I barely get out when my face crumbles into tears and I hold him back. We finally take our drama away from the lobby, away from the neighbors who were cooing and some even crying. I have a TV in my bedroom and Ben busied himself with watching a soccer game while I made dinner for us both. I don’t want to seem classless and hyperactive, but I really want to scream and dance and hop around. Because my husband loves me, and maybe he realized a bit too late, but he did realize and he came back to me.

But first, I had to drag her back to reality before it consumed her completely. “Mom... Mom, please don’t leave me,” she begged suddenly, her choked sobs growing louder, fracturing the quiet room. “Hey, foxy, look at me. It’s me,” I said softly, leaning down until my face was inches from hers. I forced my voice to remain steady, staring directly into the glowing blue depths of her eyes. “It’s your husband. The one person you hate the most right now.” I didn’t know why the hell I said that, but the words slipped out anyway. It sounded so incredibly pathetic that a part of me wanted to laugh at my own expense.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

"What you said yesterday was just said in anger, right? You don't really want to leave me..." That hand didn't respond, nor did it pull away. His voice was terribly hoarse, his eyes instantly reddening with excitement, carrying almost humble choking: "Ella, let's start over, okay? I promise, I'll change... I'll spend more time with you and Leo... I'll make Jessica move out... I'll agree to anything... please... don't leave me..." He held the other person's waist tightly, burying his head in her abdomen: "Let's start over, okay? As long as you stay, I'll agree to anything. Stop being angry, I can't live without you..."

"She's a rogue. She should be grateful for this kind of respect." Ten days. He was giving me ten days to disappear. I found my voice. "Harrison." It came out small. Wrecked. I hated the sound of it but I couldn't fix it. "Can we talk? Just us. Please." The word please tasted like ash. I'd never had to beg him for anything before. Even when money was tight, even when the blood tests came back wrong, I'd handled it. Quietly. On my own. Now I was begging my own husband to look at me.

He chuckled and said "all I want is for you to tell me where your husband is" "My husband?", I asked. "I know you heard me the first time woman" he said squatting to my level on the floor to look at my face. I shivered a little and I moved back with all the strength I had. "C'mon I don't bite, just tell me where your husband is and I will let you and your daughter go", he said reaching for my face. "I-i-i- don't know where he is, I stammered". "He left the house a day ago, saying he didn't want to be with me or our child anymore", I added.

"This is embarrassing." "No." Rebecca shook her head. "It was revealing." A small smile appeared. "For the first time, you stopped pretending to be perfect." The room grew quiet. Because she wasn't entirely wrong. The collapse of his marriage had forced him to confront parts of himself he'd ignored for years. Parts he was still trying to understand. Rebecca nodded toward Lena. "You made him human." Lena didn't know what to say. So she said nothing. An hour later, the conversation finally turned toward the question everyone feared.