Winning My Ex-wife Back Novels & Stories

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, right." Griffith clicked his tongue. Charlotte patted her nightgown. "Forget it. It's not a big deal to me. I'm just an ex-wife. So why bother?" Griffith was speechless. "Okay, I've heard the story more or less. Go and handle your business, and take some time to send me the divorce compensation," she said, trying to get up. Griffith felt he would be driven crazy by her sooner or later, constantly bringing up the matter. He held onto her waist, preventing her from getting up.

But my ego was so high at the time that I didn’t stop her. "I didn’t stop you," I say slowly. "You left and stayed away from home for three years. You recently came back a few months ago to end this marriage. But I couldn’t let you go." I raise my eyes at her. "I have been waiting for you all those years. When you came back, I planned to start our life together. We made a deal. I asked you to give this marriage three months’ time before you decide whether to end it or continue. You agreed, and I freely expressed my love for you to win you back."

None of it fixes what I did or erases the divorce, the lies, the betrayal, the kidnapping, the blood but it builds something new fragile, tentative and real. I pull into my driveway and sit there for a long time before going inside I realize something painful and necessary. Winning her back won’t be about grand gestures or romantic speeches or throwing money at problems. It will be about consistency showing up even when it’s uncomfortable doing the right thing even when no one is watching and accepting that she may never choose me again.

Like holding a glass bird in her palms. Three months. That was all she had left of this marriage. In three months, she would file for divorce. She wouldn’t ruin his happiness with Jasmine. She wouldn’t be the bitter ex-wife who tried to trap him with a baby. She wouldn’t do that to her child either to bring them into a war zone of hate and resentment. I willkeep this a secret. From him. From everyone. The baby didn’t kick. Not yet. But she swore she felt something a quiet, steady presence answering her silent promise. A tiny heartbeat that belonged only to her.

I must move to do my plan. “I must start moving now, or everything would be late.” No Blaze can stop me from the desire I felt of winning my wife back. I want to settle our issue and will definitely do everything I can to revive my family. I'm still hopeful that Sofia still love me despite what I did in the past.

Blake had planned her return for weeks; he had paid for her flight, and he had even created a fake story to make me feel sorry for her. He hadn't just brought his mistress back; he had staged a whole play to bring her into our home while I was still his wife. But that wasn't the worst part. I flipped to the last page in the folder and saw a legal document that made my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was an amendment to our marriage contract, signed by Blake and his father months ago. It stated that if I were to ever leave Blake, or if he divorced me for "instability," I would not

I suddenly found this mysterious investor admirable. I would forever be grateful to her and her company for bringing me out of the turmoil I was in. It was time for a fresh start. For both my company and myself. After making a name for myself and becoming a better man--I didn't care how long that was going to take-- I was going to use all resources to find Ciara and win her back into my life as my wife once again. ***

"I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him." "Oh, please, Mirabel stop it, with the victim act. Well, I'm not anymore, I want him back; he is mine, always has been, and always will be, I just borrowed him to you, and now your time is up." Her voice was filled with hate, her eyes cold and empty. "Hey baby," Jerry held her waist from behind. She turned to face him, placing her lips on him and kissing him passionately. He stopped kissing her, and just held her closely "Guess what? I'm now a free man, the witch's claw has finally left me," he said excitedly.

“I don’t understand, Mom,” “I mean, are you working towards getting it back? Certainly, you do not mean it when you said it’s hers already.” She added looking at me as if she wanted to get a positive reply from me. “Look, Mom, we have had this conversation before and my answer remains the same. I can’t take the company back from her, she’s the CEO with the higher share.” I explained. “Isn’t there a way to get it back from her? I mean, you can draft a contract and get her to sign without her knowing—“