3 Exes Novels & Stories

“But you don’t really have a choice. Treat it like a job. Looking like you’ve moved on is one of the most effective ways to get a rise out of your ex.” I hated to admit it, but he was right. I wasn’t trying to hurt Eric—I just wanted him to acknowledge his child. And if this was the best way to make him face reality, then so be it. Trying to shift my thoughts, I asked, “Where did you get the car?” Jenna flashed a quick smile in the rearview mirror. “Thompson senior. He’s willing to pull out all the stops to keep his only heir in check.” With that, she started the engine, and we drove off in silence.

All three of them turned as Caleb stepped into the circle, his smirk firmly in place. “Well, this is a rare sight,” Caleb said, looking between Daniel and Tyler. “The tech genius and the ex-fiancé. Quite the lineup, Samantha.” “Caleb,” Samantha warned, her voice low. But Caleb wasn’t deterred. “You always did have a way of attracting attention.” Daniel straightened, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight. “Oh we meet again” “Ah, the new contender,” Caleb said, offering his hand with mock enthusiasm. “Caleb Rinders. Old friend of Samantha’s.”

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I didn't mind. "How much blood?" I heard myself ask. "Aubree, no," my mother rebuked sharply. "How much?" I repeated, looking at Mr. Cohen. "Approximately three pints per donation. Twice weekly. Well within safe limits for a healthy adult. Dr. Morrison, one of the country's top hematologists, would personally oversee your care." "And after three years?" "The contract ends. You're free to leave. By then, we hope to have developed a synthetic alternative." His face was expressionless. "Or found another donor."

What disrespect he had up his sleeves! “And that reminds me, now you are left with nothing, why don’t you do what you should have done for ages? Denounce your right as a Nightingale and leave with that slutty bitch of yours… my ex-wife, Elena. Unless you’d want to give her to me again. I might consider making her my mistress,” Caleb said mockingly, his sudden statement about Elena infuriating me more than I could have imagined.

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I said with a small smile. At first I thought I could cope, but I just can’t. A mother-in-law who insults me everyday. A nonchalant husband Maids who doesn’t listen to me, it was just too much. I’m so greatful to God that Ivan doesn’t live here because if he did, he would be added to the fucking list. “You are joking right,” Cyrus said as he held my hands, this time he was panicking. I gazed at him with a blank face.

But even if I eat a hundred times a day, I never become fat and always maintain the same weight. Lunch is over, and we must go early since we need more practice at home. In addition, Ella and Maine needed to acquire extra props for the performance, so Joshua accompanied them. And once again, it's just you and me. Because I know you readers won't be waiting for the bus with me, I'll state my conclusion here. By the way, never get into a crowded elevator. Bye.