All Chapters of Dear Ex, I Found Somebody Better Like I Never Met You.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ MILA ~ “I want to start working, I’m going job hunting today”, I say softly but firmly to Cooper as I clear his dishes. He just had his favorite breakfast, pancakes, sausages, and fried eggs. “Okay”, he replied shocking me. “Okay?” “That’s it?”, I asked, the surprise evident in my voice. “Yeah”, came Cooper’s nonchalant response. No questions, no argument, nothing, that was weird and it bothered me seriously. I was supposed to be happy but I felt sad. I felt like Cooper didn’t care anymore, I felt unloved. He had changed. He had been adamant about me becoming a housewife, I had quit my job that had a bigger salary than his. He had pleaded, made promises to me, and every time I had insisted on getting a new job, it was always a no and now he just said, “Okay”. Maybe I was overthinking things, I watched him silently as he grabbed his suitcase ready to leave. “Thanks, baby”, I said softly as I held his hands. I wanted to at least get a kiss, he hadn’t k

~ MILA~ Immediately the door opened, I rushed and grabbed Cooper by his shirt. He was now putting on a shirt while the girl wore a silk gown leaving nothing to the imagination. Her skin was flushed and she was smirking at me. He loved her dress but I looked like a hippo in mine. The song playing in the background made it worse. “You bastard, why?? You are cheating on me?? You fuck another woman in our matrimonial bed”, I screamed as I tightened my grip on his shirt, the neckline was tight around his neck and my body was wracked with sobs. He grabbed my hands forcefully removing them from his shirt and pushed me to the floor. He grabbed his tie and one of his shirts. He moved towards me swiftly, holding me in place as he tied my hands tightly with the tie. I struggled but I was no match for his strength. “You’re a fucking rabid dog and you’re going to sit and listen”, he said coldly as he gagged me with his shirt. I struggled but it was pointless. “Look at me

~ MILA ~ I followed Ryan out of the club and into the parking lot. It was dim and scattered with expensive cars. Ryan led me to a black sleek car. I slowed down, my eyes widening at the sight. I didn’t know much about cars, never cared to but I recognized this one. This was Cooper’s dream car. He had shown me pictures of it too many times to forget, talking about it like it was some impossible dream. A Lamborghini Aventador. He used to talk about it like it landed from space saying only billionaires could afford it. He unlocked it, and I watched in awe as the doors lifted with a smooth, mechanical grace, like wings unfolding in slow motion. This was…. I lacked any words to describe this car. Seeing it in person, I could understand why Cooper was so obsessed with it. I knew Ryan was rich but owning a Lamborghini was a whole different level of wealth. What could someone like him possibly see in me? He could have any girl he wanted. So why me? Suddenly I felt self-conscious

~ MILA ~ I didn’t need to be told twice, I needed him so bad it hurt. His words and his desire made my confidence soar and I didn’t waste any more time. He reached for his boxers and took them off. I watched his cock spring free, big, hard, and long, the tip already coated with precum. I forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think. I wanted a taste of his cock, I had been dying for a taste of him. Unconsciously, I licked my lips and his eyes darkened even more as he watched the movement. He stood before me completely naked and unashamed. Confident, intimidating. He didn’t need clothes to command authority. He looked like a sculpted Greek god. This man was perfect in every way, and yet he was here, looking at me hungrily, like I was a meal he couldn’t wait to devour. I stood up from my bed and unfastened the belt of my dress, letting the fabric fall. His breath hitched as he took me in. My panties were already ruined, so I unclasped my bra, leaving me bare before him. My

~ RYAN~ I reviewed my presentation for the day again ensuring that everything was perfect. This deal was mine. I wouldn’t let anyone beat me to it especially not Carlos. Carlos and I met in college. While we both studied Jewelry design at the Gemological Institute of America, our backgrounds couldn’t have been more different. My mother funded my education through the hard-earned profits from her restaurant while Carlos was born with a silver spoon. His parents were filthy rich and influential. Carlos hated me. He resented me for always being top in class and hated me even more because the girls he desperately wanted liked me instead. It never made sense to me. He had everything, the money, the looks, and the connections, yet they chose me. Don’t get me wrong, I knew I was a catch but Carlos was rich. Girls loved money so I always assumed that was enough to win them over. The tension between us reached a breaking point when the hottest girl on campus kissed me in public. She was t