3 Exes Novels & Stories

Blake scanned my face and I could tell he wanted to say something else. “What is it?” I asked him, panicking. “Nothing it's nothing. Let’s eat". “Is she here?” I whispered as we walked up to the pit. “Oh god no" Blake laughed “they hate each other". “Not that much to have three kids" I muttered as Stacey waved to me.

But the moment we locked eyes in the exam room, my heart sank. Neat and unassuming, Patrick wore a white coat that made patients trust him instantly. He was the head of OB-GYN at one of the city's top hospitals. So, who else could he be but my ex? "Valerie Carter, right? What seems to be the problem?" he asked in a businesslike tone, his slender fingers curling around a pen. Perfect. We had been broken up for barely two months, and he could already act like he didn't know me. He was truly ruthless.

Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.” I nodded. “How is she doing?” Alexa smiled, “Better. She divorced her husband who's been living with her for six years recently.” I laughed, “That does sound like Kelly. But what about that her lawyer friend? Didn't he stand a chance?” Alexa sighed, “When she was forty, he did. He was her sixth ex-husband.” “Wow.” Alexa nodded, “I checked her fate, she's doomed to fail in all her marriages. Apparently, she's paying for her past life sin.”

AUBREE POV It’s been a week since the double date. I never saw Seb since then. I am still seeing Gav because of work and not because of our fake or pretend relationship. Gav’s company is one of my top accounts (my number one account, actually). They have just released a new line of Inarez clothing. My team will be the one who will do the promotional campaign of the said new line. Since Gav was the new CEO of IGC, he was the one I always talked to regarding this campaign.

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.

“Company's expense?” He leaned back in his chair. “Come on, Ellie. Be realistic.” His gaze swept over me. “Which company pays for a mere designer to stay in suites at five-star resorts?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “And I don't think any company buys two seats for an employee because they are too big to fit in one.” That plain reminder hit me like a ton of bricks, making it even hard to breathe. My grip tightened on the strap of my bag. “There were only three work trips in two years, Jared.” I managed to say. “It can't be that expensive.”

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA! 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – I’M HIS MATE, NOT HIS CHOICE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – REJECTED ONCE, TWICE CLAIMED 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – BONDED TO THE DANGEROUS ALPHA

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“Are you jealous of them?” I nearly choked. “Are you insane?” How could he possibly come to a conclusion like that? “It’s been only two months since I divorced my ex-husband,” I reminded him. “Do you honestly think I’m in the right frame of mind to be jealous over another man?” Jonas shrugged, looking far too amused by my reaction. “You looked like it for a moment.” What an utterly ridiculous observation. I decided not to dignify it with a response. Instead, I turned my attention back toward the crowd, most of whom were still engaged in their endless conversations.

"I am your husband, Marissa! I was the one who—" "Ex-husband," I corrected sharply. The word landed like a surgical blade, precise and devastating. Tristan flinched as if I had actually struck him. He stood there, frozen, his hand still resting on the mahogany. I watched him internalize it—the prefix 'ex'—feeling it erase the decade of history he thought he still owned. It wasn't just a legal status; it was a total annihilation of his claim over me. "You’re acting like a spoiled child, Tristan," I said, my voice dropping to a condescending silk.