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He responded and that familiar sinking feeling in my stomach came back. “But…but…” “I am not asking you to stay away from Kent, Lucille.” He cut me off before my thoughts went haywire. “You can be with Kent but just so you know, I will fight to have all your attention on me alone. May the best man win.” He snickered and I felt a dangerous aura emanating from him. “What are you planning?” I sat upright, looking straight into his eyes. “Nothing.” He smirked. “Get ready for overbearing affection from me and even Kent wouldn't be able to keep up. Remember, before everyone, I am your husband.” He winked.

We both tried to make amends for our mistakes and we succeeded because at the end of the day, we're back in each other's arms. My then divorced husband chased me back, and worked hard for the second chance even without the assurance that we'll still end up together. In the end, we got married again and are now expecting our third child. I already forgave him. I already forgave myself. There's no longer hate residing in my heart. Everything in it is just purely love for the family I’m building with my wedded husband. Tyler Walter, the man of my dreams. The man who saved me from the dark. The man who hurt me many times, but worked hard for my forgiveness. I’m ready to spend my forever with him

I repeated. "I know," she whispered. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say anymore. How could I argue with that? How could I convince her to walk away when she was so stubborn about marrying me? She was obsessed with me! "Fine," I finally said, pulling my hands away and stepping back. "If this is really what you want, then so be it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Aria!” “Of course,” she said. “Damn it, Aria!” I cursed at her. “How much do you want? How much should I give you just to back out of this marriage thing?”

He leaned back, wincing slightly from the pain but smirking all the same. “Let's just say my woman is pretty unique and strong-willed. And I deserve it. I fucked up. Bad. And when she finally got a shot— she took it with style and made sure I bled for every fucking scar I gave her. Health issues, safety issues, then I pissed her off, so she went abroad, and then she was upset because of all the drama that was happening in my life. But now, finally, she's back. Mark my words, I’ll win my woman back. I’ll get my family back. I swear it on my goddamn life.” Damon declared, eyeing all three men.

But what if I do it and my husband returns to me save and haty. "Let's do it," I say finally, my voice firm. "I am willing to do whatever it takes to bring my husband back." ##############

For a moment, she couldn't speak. Finally, she forced the words out. "Yes, Mom... I hear you. How are you doing?" Halsey chuckled softly. "Oh, my little bunny. Why are you asking when your husband just sent me some money?" Ella's heart lurched. Her husband. The word echoed in her mind. Had she heard correctly, or was her grief playing tricks on her? She straightened abruptly. "What did you just say? Which husband?" Her mother laughed lightly, as though the question were absurd.

What if she succeeded in unloving me? "She does." I internally panicked. Must not allow it to happen. "You lie." "Watch and see for yourself, Alpha. Keira will be mine." Future. My chance. “I’m planning to win my wife back. It's time to win her back.”

he thought. "Son, did you hear me?" Nick asked, pulling him out of his reverie. "Yes, Dad, I heard, and it's the best news I could have received. She's still my wife, and I just have to win her back. However, Galata must continue to think she's my ex, because otherwise, she'll find a way to make the divorce effective, and I can't allow that," he replied, still thoughtful. "Is something wrong?" his father asked him.

“I miss you…very much…” And those words slowly broke every cage she had built up since the divorce. Destroyed every strength she had and everything was slowly falling off, revealing the soft, tender woman he got married to. “Adrian…” her voice shook as tears fell effortlessly. “You don't get to say that now…” “I know baby…but give me another chance.” “You have Vanessa. The woman you chose over me.” “Just give me another chance baby…forget Vanessa. And I'll never pick anything over you again.”

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”