Win My Ex Wife Back Novels & Stories

He looked at Baz and asked, “How do you court someone?” “What?” Baz was caught off guard by Cedric’s question. “Mr. Cedric, I don’t really have enough experience on this issue! However, if you’re trying to get your ex-wife back, you need to show her that you’re sorry. Next, you have to show her your soft side, and you can’t be too stubborn. “As long as you show her that you’re nothing without her, that you need her, I’m sure Ms. Maia would take you back. Besides, someone as kind as her would not be able to reject you!”

If I could not get her to give me her time, I could not pursue her. Dax was right. I was looking at the wrong advice. Quickly, I searched; how to win back an ex. ‘Look at that,’ Dax said, sticking his nose in again. Quoting the article, he said, ‘ “think about what went wrong and what you could have done differently. Be honest and establish trust.” I think they’re onto something.’ “I can read, thank you very much.” ‘Really? I thought you were too dumb to understand.’ “Fuck you.”

In the article, Merry attempted to portray herself as a mistreated wife while throwing subtle jabs at a foreign businesswoman who had recently arrived from Europe. A thin, cold smile curved across my lips. Merry was still using her old, cheap tactic: playing the victim in public to secure her position. In the past, that tactic had succeeded in making Kael's family and the public look down on me. But now, it was nothing short of ridiculous.

I screamed, tears streaming down my face. The car sped off, wind whipping my hair across my face. I sank onto the curb, shoulders trembling, tears sliding silently down my cheeks. I had hoped, even prayed, that one day he might love me the way he once loved Clara. I thought of I stayed by his side long enough, if I have him everything I had, he would eventually forget her. I though would be easy. But I was wrong. Three years of being his wife meant nothing now that Clara had returned. He still chose that woman over. It was as if he had forgotten everything Clara had done when she left, and all the sacrifices I had made just to stay by his side.

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.

Before I could finish my sentence, Marilyn discreetly pinched my waist, and I let out a muffled sound, stopping myself. Marilyn shot me a sidelong glare, unable to hold back a smile. Fearing that Natash Yael might feel awkward, she greeted them briefly and pulled me away. As I sat down, I took out my phone and dialed Jaclyn. "Jaclyn, I just saw your ex-wife with Tommy Fox. They seemed quite friendly. If you're genuinely divorcing her, even if it's just a temporary measure, think about it. She's getting close to becoming someone else's wife, and it'll be too late by then. My genuine advice is, those cunning tricks won't work against women. I say, bring your wife back, close the door, and have

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

From the divorce to him coming back, to the villains in our love story—or story— Williams and Susan, to my giving him a chance. Whew! That was a lot. I just hoped I wouldn't regret this decision of mine. Because if it did, I didn't know if I would recover.

She even has a son. That last part—the child—is what completely shattered me. Before I found out about the boy, I actually thought it was possible to win her back. I knew she had loved me once, with everything she had, and I foolishly believed I could leverage that old flame to pull her back to me. But a child changes the geometry of everything. With a kid tying her to Marcus, she is probably lost to him 100%. One hundred percent out of my reach. *“Remember who had her first,”* I had snapped at him, a desperate, pathetic attempt to mark a boundary on ground I’d already lost. Marcus hadn't even blinked. The bastard just looked at me like I was a ghost he’d already forgotten how to fear.

I needed her, she needed me—it was mutual. But now? She’s making it unbearable. Leah is supposed to be the right one for me. I know this. She’s kind. She’s patient. She saved me. This morning was proof of that. When my chest tightened and my vision blurred, she was the one who stayed and made sure I stabilized. She was the one who calmed me down, it's been three years and she's never told a single soul about my weakness. I feel like shit for having married another woman but I did it for her. And now that she's back, I'll give her back her rightful place. These confused feelings must be because she had been away for so long.