Win My Forsaken Ex Wife Back Novel Novels & Stories

I snarl, clenching my teeth. "He will be mine, only mine," she growls and grips my hair. My neck bends backward automatically. Her grip is tight enough to make me wince in pain. I don’t make a sound. All I did is look at her fiercely. "You will die here today, and I will start my life with Lance," she says confidently. I sneer. "Do you think he will marry you and not look for me? He will never be able to love a woman, who has killed his wife and his unborn child."

“I watched you fold after he drove off. He didn’t.” That landed. I hated that it landed. “Why are you here?” I asked. “I was coming in. Saw the tail end of the spectacle.” He shrugged, but the movement was too controlled to be casual. “Hard to keep walking when your ex is collapsing in public over your brother.” “Don’t call me that.” “What? My ex?” His smile flickered, smaller than usual. “What else are you?” I didn’t answer. The true answer was worse and newer and still unsaid: the woman carrying Damien’s child, standing under Marcus’s jacket because Damien had chosen another woman’s night over five private minutes.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Because he was so domineering over me, I was completely immobilized. It was only until he noticed that I was already gasping for air that he reluctantly let go of my lips. ‘‘Don’t let me catch you with that guy again, or you know the circumstances!’’ he declared and finally drew away from me. ‘‘Don’t ever forget that you are Mrs. Celestine Maxwell, my one and only wife!’’ he reminded me once more before he returned to his seat and drove off.

“I’m not good at pretty words. But I can promise you this—Ethan Blackwood will only ever love one woman. You.” The confession hit me like a blow I never saw coming. No one knew how much I’d once envied the women who stood beside Caleb. We were all in our twenties, yet I’d spent my prime in the shadows, watching someone else be loved. Crying alone at night, clinging to the hope of something that was never mine. But now… Now I wanted something else. A love with no chains, no mate bond politics. Just mine. When Ethan and I made it official, the news spread like wildfire through the pack.

“I’m pregnant with your child.” My voice trembled uncontrollably. “I found out about it recently, and was going to tell you about it.” For a split second, something flickered across his face. Then irritation. “So what?” he snapped. “Isla is pregnant with my pup too.” Isla smiled. “And she’s obviously going to give birth to a stronger child.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you really going to kill me,” I whispered, “and your own child?” “I don’t care about you,” he said calmly. “Or that child inside you.”

After what seems like forever, I’m brought back to the present, suddenly and without warning, when he removes the fingers from inside me—his and mine. And I grab onto him, not wanting to let him or this feeling go. What if this is a dream and I’ll never feel this way again? What if I wake up and never find my way back? But his next words erase any misconception I had about how real this is. “From now on, if you have any sexual urges, I’ll be the only one who satisfies them.” DAMIEN. A mistake. That’s what it should be. Every second from the moment she walked inside and I lost my fucking cool to when she detonated in my hold as if she’d waited her entire life for me to come along.

The exact moment I stood outside the door, listening to him confess his love for her. My fingers trembled as I continued reading. “I’m back.” “I know.” “I’m so sorry for what I did, baby. I know you will not forgive me. I’m really sorry.” My vision blurred slightly, but I forced myself to keep reading. “I tried dating so many guys abroad, but none of them were like you. I always remembered you.” I swallowed hard. “I heard you’re married now, so I guess maybe we never had a chance.” I scrolled down slowly, afraid of what I would see next.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

As soon as his wife's arrival became known, Galata saw what they wanted, and she would be convinced of his supposed infidelity. But he didn't expect to let them get away with it. He had an ally they didn't count on, and he didn't care about using him to sink Morozov and win back his ex-wife, because he wouldn't lose her for anything in the world. She was the woman of his life, and he would never give her up; he would do anything to keep her by his side.