Winning Back The Husband Novels & Stories

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

“Yes, I want him back home to finish our unfinished conversation, but when you say it that way, it sounds like I need him back for a completely different, and unrelated reason,” “Whatever your reasons are doesn't matter, the plan is to bring your husband back home, isn't it?” I nodded. “How do you plan on solving this issue when he won't even take my calls,” “Oh sweetheart, there are many other ways to gain a man's attention, and tonight we'll be using the most effective one, plus, I'm curious to see just what would happen tonight,” I could already see the wheels spinning in her head. She was up to something disastrous. Under different circumstances, I would have reconsidere

"My baby needs to rest, okay? Take a rest. Go to a spa. To the salon. I want you to give yourself time." I protruded my lips a little. "Do I look weird?" He chuckled and shook his head. "No! Of course not. Silly! You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'm saying, you must give yourself a reward for being amazing. For being the most responsible and kindhearted woman. This world needs a lot like you, sweetheart. I love you." Now, I couldn't hide my smile. "My husband is back." His face turned serious. He stared intently at my face as he cupped my cheeks. "Yes. I am back, Paige. I'm back and better. I'll take care of you better this time. If you'll let me."

Nova had not quite let us go either even when she moved on and got married; she had never, truly, let go. I pushed the box back under her bed and called the office. First, I had to make sure everyone was protected and then go hunt my girl down. When I saw her again, I had known that it was unlikely that her husband would mess that up. I thought no man who had that would be that stupid, but I knew that I would push my way in there and take her back if he did. I couldn't believe it when I found out just how much of a dumbass her husband was, but I was more than happy to take away what he didn't hold precious.

He was going to try harder, to fight for his marriage, to fight for his wife. As he sat there, James couldn't help but think about the dinner party tonight, about his dad's insistence that he must come with Bella. Just then, he jerked up, his eyes snapping with determination. He was going to bring his wife back, and this time around, for good. He couldn't just sit around and wait for her to come back to him, he had to take action. He had to show her that he was committed to their marriage and that he was willing to fight for it. He stood up, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could do to win her back.

“The house will be transferred to you, you will have both cars and there will be a monthly allowance.” Compensated!!! The word echoed cruelly. She let out a small, broken laugh. “I don’t want your money.” His brow creased. “Don’t be unreasonable.” The irony nearly shattered her. Unreasonable!! She had never asked for his love. Never demanded his time. Never questioned his cold silences or endless absences. She had been the perfect wife by disappearing. Ava reached for the pen. Her hand shook. “You won’t regret this?” she whispered. Ethan paused.

“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.

“They said I should come back for the result, ma'am. But I really hope the results will come out positive. My future husband and I have been trying for a while now.” “Awww, that's so sweet. I'm sure it will be positive. But why didn't your husband come with you?” “He will come next time and I'll surely introduce him to you. I'll drag him here if I have to.” She emphasised, before she turned her eyes to spot Paige and Cedric. Both looking like they have been caught up in some horror movie or apocalypse. Marlynn was exhilarating. “Awww, why are you both looking like that?” She jabbed, “Aren't you guys happy for me?”

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

He grunted and was even more convinced that she did it on purpose. He did not stop. After all, they were legally husband and wife. A little play from her side would not hurt. She came to realize that Griffith had lost control of his desires. She could not help but lament inwardly. Did he really treat her as a tool to vent his desires? She did not expect to reach such a point in their relationship. She had requested for them to divorce many times, but he never took her seriously. Furious at the thought of it, she slapped him across the face when he loosened his grip.