Winning Back The Husband Novels & Stories

“What are you saying?!” “What?!” Gwenn and Martin stated in chorus. “Let me repeat it to both of you word by word, I. Want. To. Take Back. My. Husband. And. My. Son. Understand?” She proudly told them. “You’ve gone crazy, we’ve been separated for many years! I don’t love you anymore and… I am married to the woman I love for the rest of my life!” He fumed as Gwenn showed her left hand wearing a ring on it.

Tristan spoke for the first time in our conversation, “Your Father and Brother aren’t around; they are on a long business trip; when you are better, I will take you to see them.” “Sure,” I nodded my head with uncertainty, something wasn’t right, “Elijah said our feelings changed.” “Maybe that’s true, maybe that’s not true,” Tristan replied in riddles. “He is my husband then how can our feelings change?” I questioned, “I plan on winning him back.” “What?” Tristan spoke, he looked at me with hurt, “You want to win him back?” I nodded my head, “Why would you do that?” “Because we are married, and I believe a marriage deserves a second chance,” I explained to him, and he frowned.

He couldn't deny what his friend said, at least, not after how angry he was back there when he saw her with another man. "What should I do now?" He mumbled and sighed briefly. "Let's get her," He replied to himself before he made up his mind to do whatever it took him to get back now. He was going to fall in love with her, and make things right again. Waking up in the middle of the night and surfing the internet was really crazy, especially when he kept searching nonstop, how to treat a woman. 'How to get your ex-wife back' 'How to be a better man'

“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—”

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.

he says. The last time Leonard was like this was after we broke off the contract. When he had tried to win me over to remain married to him. That was after our family's debt had been paid off. Seeing him like this really warms my heart and all the butterflies in my belly are all suddenly alive like I'm just falling in love with him. “Thank you. You look handsome yourself” I remark, beaming. “Thank you, my wife” he replies. I like it when he says ‘my wife’ so it makes me chuckle.