Wooing My Ex Wife Again Novel Novels & Stories

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

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.

"She even started writing." My secretary smiled warmly at me. "That is news." I nodded my head. "It is news." "I have been waiting for this day for a long time." The wind blew across the balcony again. I looked up at the sky as the colors started to change. Our journey was still not over. There would still be days when Sienna would cry. There would still be nights when we both missed Noah. I could finally see hope again. The hope that I thought was gone forever came back to me, Sienna's husband.

The crowd murmured in confusion as the lights dimmed slightly. Elias faced me, his expression filled with determination and love. “Victoria Lancaster,” he said, his voice carrying through the room. “We’ve been through hell and back. We’ve faced betrayal, loss, and pain. But through it all, my love for you never wavered—it only grew stronger.” I gasped as he sank down on one knee, pulling a velvet box from his pocket. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. “Will you marry me again, Victoria?” he asked, his voice raw with emotion. “This time, without lies, without betrayal—only love and a promise to cherish you for the rest of my life.”

His eyes were so gentle that they nearly made my underwear wet, and Adams' hands were just as soft as I remembered. "How are you doing, Anna?" Lucas questioned me after glancing at my face. I was not the kind of person who enjoyed getting wet whenever _, so he must have noticed a change in my behavior. However, there was something odd and unique about Adam; even though we are married, I still want my ex-boyfriend's tongue down my thighs, and it takes a woman with a low but high sexual drive to desire something like this. My husband decided it would be a good idea to invite Adam over for dinner, but I had assumed we would be meeting at the office. What is going on? As I returned home and join

Agnes added, her words making Celene’s face twisted with pure disgust, “It was fortunate that my ex-boyfriend, who is now your husband, was already successful.” “Aside from that, he still had feelings for me, and I will use that to get whatever you have now because I want him back.” She reached out to tap Celene’s shoulder, but she quickly slapped her hand away, clearly repulsed by her touch. However, Agnes didn’t care and continued provoking her ex’s wife. “Being a nobody and an orphan, you’re not exactly the type that Jarred goes for. He probably just married you because you were convenient and useful, but once he got what he wanted, he would discard you like a fucking toy.”

For three seconds. Then Ethan turned to Lucas. “You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you—” Lucas cut him off smoothly. “I’m not having this conversation.” I rolled my eyes and tuned them out. This was my life now. Stuck in a house with my ex-husband and my fake boyfriend —both of whom were about three arguments away from killing each other. By mid-morning, I had settled into my third cup of coffee when a familiar voice rang through the living room.

My confidence shot through the roof, hearing him admit that. “She loves me,” I told him arrogantly. My chest puffed wide in pride while the knowledge sent a thrill to my body. I feel like I was on cloud nine in excitement. Samuel shook his head to contradict my claim. He ordered another shot. This time, he did not clink glasses with me and downed it in one go. “In the past, maybe. But not now.” He said, slurring. The pain became sharper when I heard that. “Your ex-wife has moved on. Six years is a long time to mope for someone who does not want you.” Samuel Burke said conspiratorially.

Just the scent of books, the aroma of coffee, and Mom's nagging. That was the life I wanted. It was also the new beginning I had traded half my life for. As for all those past grudges and betrayals, I let them sink to the bottom of the ocean along with that 50 billion, never to be mentioned again.