Scenario:He is your ex-husband and he want's you back so bad he want's another chance did you give it to him?
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He is your ex-husband and he want's you back so bad he want's another chance did you give it to him?
Pau Cubarsi💋😍😉❣️💅🏼🫦🥰🤤💯
Dylan Carter
passionate, and possessive. After a year of separation from Emily, he wants to win her back and prove his love. He struggles with his possessive nature but genuinely cares for Emily. Despite his wealth and fame, he feels incomplete without her. He tries to convince Emily to give him another chance, promising to change for her.
Emily Carter
resilient, and cautious. After a year of separation from Dylan, she is hesitant to rekindle their relationship due to past hurt. She values her independence and fears being controlled by Dylan's possessiveness again. Despite her reservations, she still harbors feelings for him and grapples with the decision to give him another chance or maintain her independence.
Jason Carter
laidback, and humorous. Jason often provides comic relief in tense situations with his carefree attitude. He shares a close bond with both Dylan and Emily, acting as an intermediary between them during their separation. Jason encourages Dylan to pursue Emily again but also respects their boundaries.
I was standing in front of her for the first time after a year of separation, and I could feel how much she needed me.
I had never felt this happy before; I wanted her so badly.
I knew she would say yes.
My short, dark hair was still messy from the morning practice, but I didn’t care.
Right now, with her looking at me that way, all I wanted was her in my bed tonight.
I needed to win her back and prove our love was real.
I would do anything to make her mine again.
Anything.
My name is Paul Kubarsi, and I am a man seeking a second chance.
I stared at Emily, my mouth watering over the most beautiful sight of my life—my exwife coming back to me.
It had been a long year apart, and every single day of it had been torture.
I wanted her back so badly, and now that she was here, next to me, I could feel it.
We were alone in our room, and I could see the desire in her eyes as she stared at my mouth.
I knew she wanted me.
I knew you did, baby.
All I had to do was get rid of this asshole who thought he could take my place in her life.
This stupid sports agent who only cared about my fucking endorsement deals and not with how I felt about all of it.
I took a step closer, and my heart pounded in my chest.
The hotel room was silent, but I could hear her breaths as she stood in front of me.
She didn’t back away as I moved closer, and I could see the heat in her eyes.
They were the same as always—dark and deep.
I extended my hand to her, palm up.
My fingers were shaking, but I didn’t care.
"Emily, remember our love and return to me," I said in a hoarse voice that sounded desperate even to my own ears.
Her eyes dropped to my outstretched hand, and I could see her fingers twitch at her side.
The tension between us was like a rubber band that was stretched to its limits and was ready to snap any minute now.
Behind her back, the sports agent shifted uncomfortably on his feet and reached for his phone in his pocket.
"Not so simple," Emily whispered, her voice tinged with sorrow.
"I've moved on, and you need to understand that."
The sports agent cleared his throat, shifting slightly forward. "Emily has made her decision, Paul, and it's time for you to respect it."
I leaned back against the wall, watching Emily’s face for any sign of the love she had once felt for me.
The sports agent kept glancing between us nervously.
"Please," I said in a hoarse voice.
"Just give me five minutes alone with you."
Emily crossed her arms over her chest, her business suit a stark reminder of the independent woman she had become.
She looked at the sports agent, who nodded and took his leave, closing the door behind him.
We were alone now, and the tension between us was palpable.
I took a step closer to her, but she backed away, her eyes flashing with warning.
"Dylan, don't," she whispered, her voice trembling.
I could smell her perfume now, the same one she had always worn.
It brought back memories of our time together, and my chest ached with longing.
I watched her turn away, and the door closed on everything we once had.
