Novel & Cerita Winning My Ex-wife Back

“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—“

“I'm fine. As soon as I can get back on my ex husband and his childhood sweetheart, Helen, I will be much better.” “Sorry, for the death of your baby.” “That reminds me Diana,” she cleared her throat as she tried to regain herself. “I have a new plan.” “What's it?” “The most pleasant thing I think I would do first to my ex husband is to make him lose his position as the CEO of his dad's company. That's the position he cherishes most.” “How can you do that?” Diana asked with so much disbelief. “I can do it, but I still need your help…”

I was in a dilemma; more like I didn't know what I wanted. “ It's not like I completely love her. I mean, I am married now, and she's married too. "My excuses were off balance. My whole expression showed I wanted my ex-wife back. “ Listen, Mr Cylde. I understand it is tough for you but I will give you a straight answer. I see you want your ex-wife back to yourself" he chuckled and continued. “ Things don't work like that, my friend. Opportunities missed may be difficult to get back. Consecrate on your wife, Laura instead.

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.”

His eyes pierced sharply to her then to his tea. Stephanie took her own mug from the tray and tucked her legs one after another, sipping it gently. “So tell me,” She coughed. “What kind of case do you talk about?” She downed the mug on the table then flashed her eyes to the clock. Eight in the evening. Then back to his face. “Thank you so much for that question.” He leaned out from the sofa, voice cracking slightly. “My ex-wife wants to take everything I've built. And in six days to Christmas if I can't provide solid evidence and strategic proven records. Then she wins. And I'm left with nothing.”

He definitely had feelings for me in the past, and I’m going to do everything possible to make sure that I get those feelings back no matter what it takes. I know that is definitely not going to be easy because there is another woman in the picture at the moment, so I have to take everything step-by-step and do everything in a very quiet way where she’s not going to need to know I have plans on getting back with my ex, and also I am going to make sure that I take him very far away from her so that he’s going to completely forget that he once was married to someone like her, and I want him to also regret that he had plans of leaving me in the first place just to be with his present woman.

He closed his eyes, her accusations dragging him back to a past he wished he could rewrite. FlashBack Alexander stood in his office, staring at the divorce papers Ava had left behind. Linda stood at the doorway, her arms crossed, her lips curled in a smug smile. “She’ll come back if she truly loves you,” Linda had said, her voice dripping with calculated indifference. “You’re better off without her anyway. You don’t need someone who can’t handle the pressure of your world while I am here”

She even has a son. That last part—the child—is what completely shattered me. Before I found out about the boy, I actually thought it was possible to win her back. I knew she had loved me once, with everything she had, and I foolishly believed I could leverage that old flame to pull her back to me. But a child changes the geometry of everything. With a kid tying her to Marcus, she is probably lost to him 100%. One hundred percent out of my reach. *“Remember who had her first,”* I had snapped at him, a desperate, pathetic attempt to mark a boundary on ground I’d already lost. Marcus hadn't even blinked. The bastard just looked at me like I was a ghost he’d already forgotten how to fear.

She turned fully this time. “Reintroduce?” she repeated. I nodded. “They knew Miriam as my wife,” I said carefully. “And you as my ex wife.” Her expression shifted slightly. “I need to fix that,” I continued. “Properly. No confusion this time.” She studied me for a second. “I know you’re grateful,” she said slowly, “but is that really necessary?” “It is,” I replied firmly. “I need to rewrite my wrongs.” She exhaled softly.

My fingers closed around the cold grip of the revolver. Monica's eyes went to my hand. She saw the metal glint in the dim light. She stopped breathing. "Richard," she whispered. "No. Please. Look at me. I'm your wife." "Not anymore," I said. I raised the gun. My hand was rock steady. The barrel pointed directly at the center of her forehead. "You took everything from me," I said softly. "My company. My reputation. Claire. You took it all." "I can fix it!" She fell to her knees, hands clasped in prayer. "We can run! We can start over! David said he would help us!"