Win My Ex Wife Back Novels & Stories

I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

Lucas asked, not caring to tone down his voice. “Warned me about what?” I feigned ignorance. “About–” “Nothing of that is important, brother.” I groaned, cutting him off. “All that matters is that Martin has apologized for what he did. All that matters now is that he loves me…” “So, if your second ex-husband apologizes now, will you take him back?” Lucas sneered, looking very displeased. “Of course not.” I chuckled. “As much as he is such a handsome man, I can only have one husband.”

She turned fully this time. “Reintroduce?” she repeated. I nodded. “They knew Miriam as my wife,” I said carefully. “And you as my ex wife.” Her expression shifted slightly. “I need to fix that,” I continued. “Properly. No confusion this time.” She studied me for a second. “I know you’re grateful,” she said slowly, “but is that really necessary?” “It is,” I replied firmly. “I need to rewrite my wrongs.” She exhaled softly.

"Seth's too smart for obvious traps." "Seth?" Victoria laughed softly. "Oh, Richard. You're still thinking too small." She picked up the crystal award from his desk, her fingers tracing the etched letters of Isabella's winning design. "Has it ever crossed your mind why Seth never saw you coming until now?" She turned the award in her hands, letting the light catch it. "Your ex-wife didn't just give him your playbook. She gave him something much more valuable - your weakness." Richard's eyes narrowed, his headache forgotten. "What weakness?"

If Ava hadn’t betrayed me, I wouldn’t be depending on my ex-wife’s forgiveness and acceptance. How was I going to make her forgive me, though? I had already worsened the situation by playing tough and hard, just like her. There was no way she was going to listen to me anymore, so I had to create a plan and also prove that the kids were mine. Or maybe. I should try to woo her back. That could work.

I said, turning to his ex-wife, determined to wipe that smug look off her face as well, “my husband has been over you for a long time now. I don’t know what goes on in your head. Maybe you want him back so badly that you really have deluded yourself into thinking that he wants you too. Maybe you want to punish him for NOT wanting you back, I don’t know. And I don’t fucking care, not anymore. Take your lies, and your manipulations, and get out of our lives.” For a moment, it looked as if I had gotten through to her, at least a little. She seemed slightly taken aback by my words. But just like before, she snorted, composing her face in an ugly smile. “Nobody knows him like I do,” Cynthia said

“I don’t even know if there’s a way back for us anymore.” Jennie placed the towel on the side table and sat across from him. “Earlier today, you asked me what a man should do to win back the woman he loves.” Ben looked up, meeting her eyes. Jennie gave a small smile. “My answer is still the same: be better consistently. Not just when you’re afraid of losing her. Not when it’s convenient. But every day. Even if she doesn’t see it right away. Even if she never comes back.” Ben swallowed hard. “And if she doesn’t?”

CALCIFER: Winter already belonged to him? A strong wave of jealousy hit me hard as I watched the bastard's hand on my wife. No. Ex-wife. Winter would be mad at me if he heard me calling her wife. If I did not divorce her, I would be sitting beside her by now. If I did not leave her, would we be happy together with the child? Would I understand her more? I want her to be mine. Again, I thought. They haven’t married yet and I still have a chance to win her again. I have to win her. I will be the one who will be taking care of my child. Not another man.

I said, as excitement crept in and then my face slowly turned to a frown, wondering if she would ever want to see me after what happened. It looked like she had moved on, like she had forgotten about me and all that we shared, and most importantly she looked happy. What if she has actually moved on, what if she has a man now? She can't possibly do that to me, she's still my wife, we didn't officially cut things off, I said inwardly, trying to reassure myself. "I know I messed things up between us but I'm going to do anything to win my wife back, to fix us, to fix my marriage, even though our marriage is based on contract, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it real this time.

However, Ophelia’s next words completely crushed her confidence. “Does he even consider you his wife, Sierra?” She scoffed before bursting into chuckles. Sierra’s face paled as she was unable to respond to Ophelia’s question. Ophelia dropped her smile before looking at Sierra. “Look, I know that you were forced to take my place because of Papa and marry Rigel. I'm ready to forgive you for that but it's time for you to step down, Sierra. Give him back to me.” Ophelia demanded while crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression told Sierra she wasn't going to take no for an answer.