Winning Her Back After Divorce Novels & Stories

“One that I absolutely regret.” “Are you saying this because of Aurora?” “What?” I blinked. “Are you mad that I brought her up?” “Goddamnit!” I spat. I didn't plan to run into this trash to be frustrated by her. What was her deal? She kept talking anyway. “You know, when you divorced me for her, you didn't think it was a mistake,” she downed the rest of the content of her glass and poured herself another one. I glared. “Until you had me in your house, you never even suspected,” she continued.

I could feel every eye in the gallery on my back, and I made myself breathe once, slowly, before I began. “Your Honor,” I said, my voice shaking at first, then steadying as I kept going. “I am not afraid of Dominic Hartley. I was married to him for four years. I filed for divorce. I built a life without him afterward, a real one, with a job I earned and an apartment I chose and friends who watched me do it.” I turned slightly, just enough to look at Reyes without fully facing him. He kept his eyes fixed on the table in front of him, jaw tight.

But most notably, divorced, which only meant one thing; she was mine to claim. “You remember her, right?” “I do,” Edward affirmed. “Though I’m surprised you still recognize her. Have you been stalking her?” “No. I could never forget that face — and body.” “Interesting. So she came back this time to draw her husband’s face above his name?” My lips lifted in an amused smirk. “Actually, she came to get rid of her husband’s name. Her ex-husband.” “Holy Molly! What’s happening to marriages these days?” he exclaimed.

She stands up from her seat. “Whatever you say Dr. and as for the divorce, I burned the papers to the ground. You are still my wife and I will make you mine again. I will also wait until you’re ready to take me back and then I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

"Win her back? Are you crazy? She hates me." "She doesn't hate you," he insisted. "She is hurt and angry. But she can be convinced." "Convinced? Father, I divorced her. I humiliated her. I chose another woman over her. There is no coming back from that." "There is always a way," he said stubbornly. "You just have to try." "I will not do it. I will not use her like that. I will not ask her to help me just so I can manipulate her into taking me back."

“Let’s start over on a clean slate. I need you. I need you back in my life.” His need. Always his need. The sheer, breathtaking arrogance of it fanned the flames of my fury. A bitter, mirthless laugh escaped me, harsh in the quiet. “You need me? What happened, Ethan? Did Claire finally wise up? Did she leave you? Is that why you suddenly remembered I exist?” My voice dripped with venom. “News flash: We’re divorced. I’ve moved on. I have a life here. I have a boyfriend.” I threw Michael’s existence at him like a shield, emphasizing the word. “So take your sudden epiphany and your misplaced ‘need’, and go back to New York. Go back to Claire. Just go.”

Possibly he would return to his knees to beg his wife for a second chance, because she had everything for a man like him to surrender to her charms. On the other hand, Olivia was loaded with a lot of pain in her heart and the infinite desires to take revenge on her ex-husband were exposed to the surface, she just wanted him to feel a little of the pain that she caused him, and humiliate him as the Martens family did with her, she always had the power, but after her divorce she came back stronger than ever, With a multimillion-dollar inheritance in tow, which would set the world on fire.

"Stop being so nice from now on." She couldn't help feeling soft when he treated her nicely. Once she felt soft, she would be unwilling to get a divorce. If she couldn't get a divorce, she would never get out of her current situation. Bryce looked down and said calmly, "It's alright. A divorce is one thing. After we get a divorce, we're still related. In the eyes of the law, former husbands and wives are still relatives. So, I have the right to pamper you."

" I said seriously, my eyes locking with hers. For a moment, staring into those wild eyes gnawed at my heart, forcing memories of our divorce. I had wronged her. I had unjustly abandoned my wife and it's up to me to make things right. Luckily for us, the world hasn't had a whiff of our divorce. We both kept a low profile after we separated. I had a business to take care of, one that needed urgent attention and my mom was terribly sick, I couldn't go after Louisa. Everything was crashing after I divorced her – maybe she was my good luck charm. It took me years of determination to save the family's company. Now that's over, I need to get who completes me. Louisa's laughter was a siren's call,

Given opened the window. “Are you here to give me the divorce papers?” Now that I was seeing her up close, I saw that she was a different woman. Although she was much thinner than before, her features had becomes much better looking and her eyes were more expressive. My wife couldn’t look me in the eyes long, she would shy away and avert her gaze.