Novel & Cerita Wooing My Ex Wife Again Novel

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

The door clicked shut. Amelia smiled and looked at her. “Sophia it's been six years since we last met and as an old friend, you won't even offer me a cup of coffee. That's a bit stingy don't you think?” Sophia was a little dazed. The figure of Amelia in front of her overlapped with the one in her memory, instantly pulling her back to that era making her unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. “Who are you?” Amelia chuckled lightly, “I'm your best friend Amelia, and also the ex-wife of your current boyfriend. Have you forgotten?”

Then we can take it to the next level. My body trembles with excitement at the thought of him remembering everything and having me grant him permission to take me. Claim me as his. Which is what I have always dreamt of as his wife. It never happened. But it will. All my dashed hopes are now coming true. Nothing can stop us now from loving each other so much, just like it ought to be in our marriage, except for his loss of memory. Once it's back, everything will return to normal. And now that Eve is gone, disappearing into thin air just as she has appeared mysteriously, I am sure it is going to be a worthy second chance at love.

"I want you, Cassie. Your body. Your loyalty and everything about you that could satisfy me. I want to claim you mine." The weight of his words crashed down on me like a tidal wave. My breath hitched, and I stumbled back a step, my back brushing against the cold, rough wall of the alley. The realization hit me with brutal clarity: I had only just been freed from the shackles of being mated to my ex-husband, and now I was faced with the possibility of being bound again—this time to a rogue whose reputation was as dark as the blood staining his hands.

He asks. "Well, don't you want a younger woman? You can have me instead of your wife. We had sex last night, and it was not bad. I enjoyed every moment of it. And why do you want to return to an older woman when you can have a woman like me? I am willing to become your wife if you are willing to divorce your wife for me. We can have so much fun together. Imagine us traveling the wall, enjoying ourselves in every hotel room worldwide. Come on, honey. I know you want me. I promise I will be an excellent wife to you," I say seductively. I crawl closer to him to press my naked body against his, but he pushes me away.

The touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. I ignored Ford entirely, focusing on the soup that tasted like ash in my mouth. In my mind, I was building a wall. It happened. It’s over. He got what he wanted, and now it stays in the past. I will be the wife Owen deserves. Not some wife who can get over an ex who abandoned her for guns. Later that night, the house had settled into a quiet hum. The kids were tucked away, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut.

“I’m not your ex-wife. You already have a new wife now and a child as well, so why do you care about your ex-wife?” “You don’t understand—only she cared about me. A wife like Fiona is only nice to look at but not fit to be a wife, because she never cares for her husband. All she cares about is his money.” “What’s the point of talking to me? You’d better speak to your wife. I don’t want to be called a husband-stealer again.” “I’ve only now realised that love and lust are very different. I won’t bother you. The day after tomorrow, I’ll come to your company.”

She had enjoyed Jonathan's company over the last few days as she had tried to play cupid for Alex and Alice, it was as if they were back to being friends they were before they fell in love. "I can fall for you again Jonathan. It will be easy to fall for you again, to love you again. It will be like coming back to the town I had once left because you are familiar with me. I know everything about you, you are tested waters. I know where to step to avoid barbs, from where I will fall, from where I will be safe when I am with you. I had known you for so many years and there is always a tiny bit of spark of love that is waiting to be turned into a roaring fire. But that will be it, I will fall fo

I said and ended the call. We arrived at Olivia's apartment after a few minutes' drive, and Chantel brought the bag to me. From there we went to the company and went upstairs to my apartment and I realized it was locked. I went down to my office for the spare key and returned to the apartment. I grabbed a few things and picked up my medicine box. I put them into a bag. I quickly changed into an all-black suit. I couldn't find my phone so I decided to buy a new one later. If I wanted to win my wife back, I needed to spend more time with her. I know it wasn't going to be easy. If she gains her memory, I know it will be over. But before that, I need to do something to awaken that love she once

I shut my eyes tightly to tame my growing anger, “What games are you playing?” “I'm not playing any games, I'm helping you get rid of me, I want to spare you the burden of looking at my ugly face whenever you wake up in the morning, I want you to cheat with the notion that you don't owe loyalty to me, since our vows at the altar doesn't matter to you, let's end this! I'm as tired as you….” “Roseline, Roseline, Roseline,” I tightened my grip on her left arm, “I didn't tell you that I want a Divorce, do you realize that if I don't get my signature on that paper you're married to me forever whether you like it or not,”