Winning Back The Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

She didn’t deserve it. “I don’t care whoever that is in her life right now, I’m sure getting my wife back no matter what it takes” I whispered to myself with a quiet sort of determination.

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.

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

His grip was firm, warm, a blatant claim he made no effort to hide. “James,” he said, his voice leaving no room for ambiguity, “I’d like you to meet my wife, Lila.” The word landed in the space between us, not as a shackle from the past, but as a foundation for the future. Wife. Not ex. Not we’re working on things. His wife. James recovered gracefully, offering me a warm, respectful smile before making his excuses and leaving us alone in our velvet cocoon. The air between us crackled. Ethan’s thumb was stroking slow, lazy circles on the back of my hand.

But perhaps all she had seen was a husband who never chose her. “Where do I even begin?” I asked. My mother smiled sadly. “For once, Dominic just listen to me.” I blinked. The fireplace stood empty. My mother was gone. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them, there was nothing beside the fireplace except the shadows cast by the flames. I knew what I had to do. I needed to win my wife back. And this time, I would not expect her to make the first move. “Daniel!”

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'

She won’t sink alone on this ship. “Because I loved your son like my own. I loved you and… and even when at times I felt shitty, I still tried to be the best wife. Did you see me cry? Have you ever heard me complain? I kept a smile on my face while trying to maintain this marriage, when I felt like I didn’t know myself. You’re out-of-town trips, the constant calls outside of working hours, and that unfamiliar perfume scent on your clothes? I turned a blind eye because I never wanted to believe you’re cheating on me.” “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Hyacinth. Honey, I’ll make it up to you. I promise you things will be right this time. We’ll move to a new place! Please. Please give me another ch

Because that was what they were- a show. A show that that I could never outsmart her or take Hudson away from her. That I could never be a complete wife to him without Grandpa's backing or even present proof to all her lies and scheming...that I could never win. 'You will never win against me Valerie, Hudson is mine!' they were same words she said to me that day she pushed me off the stairs, before throwing herself down with me despite her being pregnant. Humph, she was so devoted. It was same thing she said that day at the mall too, that she won. She had him and i could never win against her. She didn't even care to know if I was still interested in him or not, she was just caught up in her

“Now that you’re back, I’m sure he can’t wait to marry you.” Charlotte paled, her grip on Liam’s arm faltering. Liam’s jaw tightened as his eyes dropped to where Noah’s arm still rested around Natalie’s waist. “Mr. Sinclair,” Liam said coldly, voice calm but biting. “Any reason your hands are on my wife? Or do you just have a thing for married women?” Noah raised an eyebrow, amused. “Your wife?” Natalie let out a dry laugh. “I’m your wife?” she echoed, voice full of mock surprise.

She continues. She listens for a long moment, completely still. Then her face caves in. “No.” She whispers. “You don’t get to say that” My hand clench around the steering wheel. Whatever that woman just said, whatever poison she spat. It landed exactly where she wanted it to. “So it’s my fault he cheated?” She snaps “what should I have done mother! Laid in bed naked every night like a sacrificial lamb? Maybe that would’ve kept him, oh or a strip tease in his office, that would definitely had kept him, or maybe we should’ve just had a threesome, you know, maybe I’d still be married. I had Ivfs and injections out the ass all these years!, weekly intimacy! I did everything mother!, And you blam