Winning Back The Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her fingers desperately gripped his biceps, while his firm hold on her curvaceous backside regulated the intensity and pace of every movement. "That’s what I’m doing, любовь," Alexei said, heatedly against her ear. "Pleasing you.” There was no time for her to reply, as Alexei forcefully seized the back of her head and yanked it backwards. "Look how helpless you are... you fucking love it, don't you, wife?" he growled. "Come on, любовь. Beg."

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.”

I told her, and I gave her a soft kiss. She smiled, a real smile, and kissed me back. I would get her food from Mabel's every single damn DAY if that was what it took to bring my wife back to me, I thought. But somehow I doubted that it was just the cheeseburgers and shakes that had gotten the job done. It must have been something else, but I just didn't know what. If I could buy it, I would in a heartbeat, but I suspected that it was something that money just couldn't accomplish. That was actually too bad, I reflected. I would have paid any amount to get my wife back to normal. To the way things used to be between us. ***

“Let’s get back together. That’s the only way your family won’t hurt me.” My jaw tightens. This time… I won’t lose her again. A slow smile curls on my lips as she leans into me. Hidden from her view. I know the truth now. And I want her back. My wife.

“The house will be transferred to you, you will have both cars and there will be a monthly allowance.” Compensated!!! The word echoed cruelly. She let out a small, broken laugh. “I don’t want your money.” His brow creased. “Don’t be unreasonable.” The irony nearly shattered her. Unreasonable!! She had never asked for his love. Never demanded his time. Never questioned his cold silences or endless absences. She had been the perfect wife by disappearing. Ava reached for the pen. Her hand shook. “You won’t regret this?” she whispered. Ethan paused.

“I pray she returns. She made a terrible choice marrying that man, Ethan. He’s a beast. And his new wife—those two wouldn’t let us go, even after getting rid of our daughter.” Her eyes reddened at the memory of the last few years. “That’s not what I mean,” he replied firmly. “Our daughter is really back. She’s back. My Alicia is back—my child is back.” His wife’s face tightened with worry. She thought he was hallucinating again. Lowering her head, she wiped her tears and said softly, “We’ll get you treatment, I promise. I won’t watch you suffer. I’ll find a way to make money for us.”

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

No matter how many times he turned her down, she showed up looking for him week after week. Why couldn't she just go back to New York and leave him the hell alone? After they'd broken up, he'd heard she'd returned to her hometown. But the moment she found out he'd gotten married, she'd come right back to Miami. And of all the possible days for that woman to show up and bother him, she had to pick today. The very day Roger had planned to launch what he liked to call Operation Win Back My Wife. He was going to seduce his wife so subtly that she wouldn't even realize how quickly he'd have her sprawled across his desk with him between her legs.

“Ann?” “Yes, sir.” A slow smile appeared on his face. For the first time that morning, he felt genuinely happy. He knew that his wife has always been ambitious, focused and determined. She has always been a sweet girl. He remembered how proud she had been of her work before marriage, before children consumed most of her attention. But now, it feels like that woman is coming back. And he was proud of her. Very proud. He picked up his phone. He wanted to call her. Then, he stopped. What would he say?

"She’s too boring and foolish. Easy to manipulate. But I still have use for her — I need her to keep stealing information from that useless husband of hers. I don’t want her to divorce him yet. She’s more valuable as his wife." The divorce papers slipped from Aveline’s numb fingers, fluttering to the floor. Katie’s laughter pierced through the fog. "Can she even satisfy you like this? I bet she can’t. I bet she couldn’t even satisfy him. How could she ever think you actually loved her?" Something inside Aveline snapped. She burst through the door, her hands already fumbling for her phone. The two figures on the bed froze mid-motion, shock painted across their faces. But Aveline was faster. H