Winning Back The Husband Novels & Stories

“Um, yeah, you mentioned somebody broke his heart years ago—” “Well, apparently, she won it right back,” Genevieve rants, pacing a tight circle around my kitchen island. “She’s back in town, and even though she’s currently married to some corporate mogul, Julian still has the absolute hots for her. He’s planning on handing over the entire charity foundation to her.” I force a calm, placating smile onto my face. “Gen, I’m sure you’re overreacting. Julian is a structured guy, he wouldn't just—”

"My wife and I did it. Five years later, we're still married and happier than we were when we got married. I can't guarantee it will work, but I can guarantee you will feel so much better that you did everything possible to save your marriage." I look at him skeptically. "There was a guy in our class that had cheated on his wife and got the other woman pregnant." "Ouch." "Yep. Santos, they're still married. Last year they got custody of his son." "Really?" "It's possible to come back from almost anything, if you're willing to put in the work." I look at the website again and make a decision to quickly type out a text. Mari, before we go any further, look at this website. I need to know we di

“I pray she returns. She made a terrible choice marrying that man, Ethan. He’s a beast. And his new wife—those two wouldn’t let us go, even after getting rid of our daughter.” Her eyes reddened at the memory of the last few years. “That’s not what I mean,” he replied firmly. “Our daughter is really back. She’s back. My Alicia is back—my child is back.” His wife’s face tightened with worry. She thought he was hallucinating again. Lowering her head, she wiped her tears and said softly, “We’ll get you treatment, I promise. I won’t watch you suffer. I’ll find a way to make money for us.”

What a moron. “The plan is to make sure that my wife doesn’t marry someone she doesn’t know. The plan is to get her back so that she and I can be family again. The plan is to grow old with her and look back at this and laugh. Tell our children about it and how we overcame it all and stayed together. That is my plan. What is yours?”

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.

Everything about him was the real definition of being perfect. I remembered how desperate I was, for his attention then. He discussed it with my parents all afternoon in the study. I was eavesdropping outside the door and only heard the word "share". Charles came out of the room to smoke, smiling at me, who was eavesdropping outside the door. At this time, my parents said to me, "This is the heir of the Evans industry and your future husband." I never felt a surge of happiness. I was so happy that I was going to get married to a man as perfect as that. It was shocking to me, and at the same time, I loved him so much.

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.

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.

" Then, my friend, you need to win her back. And remember no more secrets." He was right. I would not give up and will get my wife back. The game is on.

"She can't close a deal to save her life. I don't know why I thought marrying her would help the business." Tonight, I was going to remind my husband exactly what he had married. The silk lingerie whispered against my skin as I shifted in the driver's seat, the black lace I had bought especially for this moment. For the look in his eyes when he realized his "useless" wife had just saved his company. For the apology that would surely follow. For the way he would touch me afterward, like he used to, like I mattered. Richard's Porsche sat in the driveway like a promise kept. He was home early for once—another good sign.