Novel & Cerita Win My Ex Wife Back

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

So the sooner they get to know each other and like each other, the better. I will accept her anger, hatred and even allow her to hurt me back if she wants to. But Val is innocent. He doesn't deserve her hate. I hope she'll like him so that by the time she realizes who he is, she won't have the heart to blame him. Fuck, I hope I'm doing the right thing. Is there a guidebook on how to win your wife back?

“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.”

“I’m not coming back to you Gabriel. Please, just move on. I married Easton with my heart and I shall remain his wife.” I told him and the hurt in his eyes burnt my heart. “I will never give up on us!” He blurted out, holding my arms tighter. I pressed my lips together, holding back tears. “You’ll see Melda, you’ll see how far I’ll go to get us back together.” He whimpered, putting his forehead on my shoulder as he sobbed painfully. My ex husband desperately wanted me back but did I want to go back to him?

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—”

But that failure didn’t have to be the end of us. Whatever it took, I was winning my wife back. I’d find a way to fix this. For Owen. For her. For all of us.

“What the hell do you mean threw you out? Where are you?” “I, I don’t know,” I stammered. “I just left. I couldn’t stay there. He…he said he wants a divorce. Jax, he’s leaving me for Liora.” Silence. Then a hissed curse. “That son of a, Mirella, listen to me. I’m coming back tonight.” “No, no, you can’t.” I wiped my face with my sleeve. “You told me you have important meetings and conferences for the next day,“

I turned to see a tall figure at the door. It was my husband. For a moment, I forgot how he had left me for his ex, lost in the sight of him. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was. His handsome face stirred something sweet inside me. I smiled at him, knowing he must have rushed to the hospital for me after leaving his ex. “Freddie,” I called out softly. “Lessie, you’re pregnant, and my ex is back. I want her, so let’s end this.”

But my ego was so high at the time that I didn’t stop her. "I didn’t stop you," I say slowly. "You left and stayed away from home for three years. You recently came back a few months ago to end this marriage. But I couldn’t let you go." I raise my eyes at her. "I have been waiting for you all those years. When you came back, I planned to start our life together. We made a deal. I asked you to give this marriage three months’ time before you decide whether to end it or continue. You agreed, and I freely expressed my love for you to win you back."

Her hands began to tremble as she read the words again, hoping she had misunderstood them. She hadn’t. Richard loosened his tie and watched her silently. There was no excitement in his expression, no trace of the anniversary he had once promised to celebrate with her. To him, this was a decision that had already been made. Ella was no longer the woman he wanted beside him. Richard’s voice was calm and emotionless when he finally spoke. “I don’t think I can continue this marriage with you. I’ve found someone else—the woman who truly makes my heart race.”