Winning My Ex-wife Back Novels & Stories

Lucas asked, not caring to tone down his voice. “Warned me about what?” I feigned ignorance. “About–” “Nothing of that is important, brother.” I groaned, cutting him off. “All that matters is that Martin has apologized for what he did. All that matters now is that he loves me…” “So, if your second ex-husband apologizes now, will you take him back?” Lucas sneered, looking very displeased. “Of course not.” I chuckled. “As much as he is such a handsome man, I can only have one husband.”

His first thought had been to bring her back to his condo but then he thought about angry Liza would be if she found herself waking up in his condo so he took her to Krista instead. Now that he thought about it he could have just asked Krista about her address and taken Liza back to her house but he did not want to put Liza in the spotlight. He knew how Liza was and knew that she would hate it if anybody saw her in a drunken state. He was thinking about calling Krista and asking her about Liza when his phone rang. "Hello," he said "Mr. West, this is Leslie Santiago. I hope you are ready to sign the deal we had discussed earlier this morning." The woman on the other side of the phone spoke. "

I said curtly and ended the call. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. How do I get Elena back? How do I make her forgive me—so we can complete our wedding and finally live as one? On impulse, I reached for my phone and searched YouTube: How to win your lover back after five years. Pathetic. Video after video offered shallow advice—grand apologies, public confessions, desperate gestures. I scoffed and tossed the phone aside. Elena wasn’t a woman who could be won with clichés. I needed something smarter. Something precise.

Not anymore. “You’re still my wife,” he muttered finally, like the word was supposed to anchor me. I laughed bitterly. “No. Maybe legally. But not in any way that matters. You lost the right to call me yours when you stopped fighting for us.” His jaw clenched. “You’re being dramatic.” “And you’re still pretending you didn’t destroy what we had.” My voice dropped, steady and sharp. “You see me now and think I’m punishing you. I’m not. I’m healing. And it terrifies you because it means you don’t control the narrative anymore.”

Physical reactions were uncontrollable, but that didn't mean she was willing! ‘Hmph!’ The driver glanced at Westley through the rearview mirror and said, "Young man, that's quite a serious problem. Don't believe everything you see online—like that nonsense about how when a woman says no, she actually means yes, or that she's just playing hard to get. If you've made a mistake, you need to acknowledge it and actively change. That's the only way to win someone back. Not just sweet-talking your ex-wife and expecting her to take you back."

“Then we destroy her. Again. Whatever it takes. I will not let that woman undo eight years of careful planning. I will not let her waltz back into our lives and take what’s ours. Ethan is mine. Mine to raise. Mine to shape. Mine to protect from a mother who abandoned him to play dress-up in Paris.” “She didn’t play dress-up. She built a half-billion dollar company.” “I don’t care if she built an empire! She doesn’t get to have Ethan. She doesn’t get to be the hero of this story. She doesn’t get to win.” I was shouting now, I couldn't control it. “We took everything from her once. We can do it again. And this time, we’ll make sure she can never come back.” Silence on the other end. “Are you w

“ Then I can assure you that you’re wasting your time. I know her better than you. She won’t come back to you, no matter how hard you try. Aren't you even embarrassed of what the public will be saying about you being seen together after everything you have done?” “That’s none of your concern. Whether or not I can win her back is my battle, not yours. I don’t care what anyone thinks about me chasing after my ex-wife. If it means stepping on your toes, Kingsley, then so be it. Leave her out of your game. You can do whatever you want with anyone, including your latest pawn, I don't care but just not her.” Kingsley let out a sharp laugh. “She’s also your wife.” “ It's ex. Ex-wife to be precise.”

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

I turned to see a tall figure at the door. It was my husband. For a moment, I forgot how he had left me for his ex, lost in the sight of him. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was. His handsome face stirred something sweet inside me. I smiled at him, knowing he must have rushed to the hospital for me after leaving his ex. “Freddie,” I called out softly. “Lessie, you’re pregnant, and my ex is back. I want her, so let’s end this.”