Winning Back The Husband Novels & Stories

That's when he knew he had her and was going to finally fuck this stupid bitch and send her back to her husband with his spunk still in her pussy. He had been working too hard to let it end right near the finish line. It was all a game to him. Sending women back to their husbands full of his seed, was what he lived for. To let the wife know she gave herself to another man and lost respect for her husband at the same time. The wife would remember what they did and have that in mind when she was back with her husband.

The gray-haired man continued. "Let the young man breathe. His marriage failed, and he should be focused on winning her back rather than rushing into a new relationship." An elderly lady interjected, and I noticed some few people succumb. "Listen, young man, you should get your wife back. I don’t think you will find anyone quite like her." "I think she’s right. Act fast before someone else wins her heart." I felt genuinely grateful for their words. I needed encouragement, and they had given it. I’m not looking for another woman; I will do everything possible to win my wife back.

Suddenly the screen of her phone lit up, she hurriedly bent down to take it thinking that maybe Olivia had regretted it and answered without looking at the ID. "Hello?" "Hello honey," her husband's voice on the other end of the phone made everything worse. "Hello, how are you?" "Joanne, things aren't right, when are you coming back?" A hard lump pierced Joanne's throat, and she could hardly utter a word. "What's going on?" Tell me, aren't the treatments working? "No honey, they're not working, and we can lose our son at any moment, stop whatever you're doing and come back please, there's no one who needs you more now than our son, we don't even need the money you're getting anymore."

Chapter 1 CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of trying to be the perfect wife, and this was my reward divorce papers on our anniversary. I stared at Stefan's perfect signature on the last page, the ink still fresh. He must have signed them this morning, probably right after I'd left that stupid handmade card on his desk. The one I'd spent hours making, like a fool who still believed in fairy tales. The anniversary card I made for my husband Stefan still sat on the kitchen counter, untouched. Three years of marriage summed up in a handmade gesture he couldn't even bother to open. I'd spent hours on it last night, writing words I thought mattered.

“Why should I? I’m the greatest hero of the company. Zayn should get lost instead. I’m the reason you could buy this villa. "If I sue you, I’m sure the court would let me have this villa based on who paid for it. Stop asking me to get lost. You should take your man and get lost instead!” I scolded her fiercely. Yulia widened her eyes. “Albert, you’re being unreasonable. I must be an idiot for not recognizing what a crazy guy you are.” “That’s right, Yulia. I’m crazy. You’d best look out for me.” In the past, I learned how to do house chores and cook for her sake. I forced myself to be a good husband and gain her warmest support.

Jerry had to marry me to preserve his image, and that of his family. It's been seven years of enduring this curse of a marriage. We live in the family house, and everyone here hates me. Mrs. Joy, Jerry's mother is a nightmare; the sight of me pisses her off; his sister Janet is no different, they have practically turned me into their maid, and Jerry does nothing about it. He acts like he doesn't see how they treat me. But, despite it all, I still love him, I have always loved him, and I desperately want him to love me back. I do everything possible to please him, but the more I try, the more distant he becomes.

What we had was a marriage of convenience, You get what you see and leave. Four years ago while my life was at a crossroads, fate brought an unexpected opportunity to my doorstep: marriage to Arthur Newton. At the time, Arthur was fighting a debilitating battle with severe skin ulceration, a cruel consequence of a malicious act by a business rival who had secretly laced his drink with a harmful substance. The Newtons' reputation had suffered greatly due to Arthur's illness, and his family was willing to pay a hefty price to anyone who would agree to marry him. I knew at the back of my mind that one day we would come to an end and our marriage was only based on materialistic yearning.

On their fourth anniversary, Katya Volkov waits for a husband who never comes home. Then she discovers the truth: Dimitri Orlov has been living a secret life with his widowed sister-in-law. Heartbroken, Katya signs the divorce papers, only to find Dimitri refusing to let her go. Then Roman Dashkov enters her life, offering the one thing Dimitri never did: a reason to believe in love again. But Dimitri isn't ready to lose his wife. And when jealousy turns into obsession, Katya may discover that walking away from the man she loved is only the beginning of the war.

“I don't understand.” She flashed back to the beginning of their marriage. The laughter. The promises. The little things Daniel used to do. She remembered how he would hold her hand in public. How he used to look at her as though she was the only woman in the room. “When did I become someone he couldn't stand?”

She placed the divorce papers on the table and said, "As I promised, here are our divorce papers. As you can see, I had a rethink and decided to give you this house. It's the least I can do for keeping you away from the woman you truly love all these years." He shook his head no and took hold of her hands. "Listen, Claire, I was wrong. What I did yesterday, I shouldn't have done that. Claire, I want my wife back." "What?" She pulled her hands away from his. "What is that supposed to mean?" "I want you back, Claire," he repeated himself. "Listen, I know that we started off on the wrong foot, and I've not exactly been the best of husbands. And I'm not going to lie that I'm head over heels in l