Winning Back The Wife Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“And somehow, your wife is the one being attacked while your guest gets defended.” She turned to me. “How did you get the house?” “I’ve been trying to reclaim it for years after the military took over my husband’s assets.” I raised an eyebrow, glancing back at Killian. “We got everything back but the house we got married in and raised our children in,” she let out another sob. “I tried to get it after it got auctioned but either the bid was shot through the roof or another cadent got hold of it,” “I gave up hope while I was in England but you,” she cupped my cheek, leaning against me, “you returned my heart and hope to me,”

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

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

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.”