Being Friends With An Ex Who Hurt You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm proud of you. You've come a long way since the divorce." Sophia smiled back, feeling grateful for her sister's support. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you." "So...do you think it's possible to be friends with an ex?" she asks her sister, tentatively. Her sister looks thoughtful. "I think it depends on the situation," she says. "But it's possible, I suppose. Why do you ask?" "I don't know," Detective Sophia admits. "I guess...I just don't want there to be any bad blood between us, you know? We were together for a long time, and we went through a lot together."

"What were you expecting me to say? You're my best buddy. Of course I'm going to take care of you. Your mom is basically my mom too. I'd probably be crying right alongside you." Liam stared down at the ice, the sharp, logical trap closing in on him. Marcus was right. That was what real friends did. That was what humans did for people they loved. Except Alex isn't just his best friend, Liam thought fiercely, his inner voice screaming against the logic. They fucked. They slept in the same bed for years. They loved each other. Marcus had answered the question for a best friend. But Alex was an ex. And in Liam's mind, that past romance changed everything. It made every touch, every shared habit,

"We couldn't talk at all since you came back from New york. So I thought why we do not talk before you leave again. We miss you. I know you have your own life now but you are our only daughter, it's hard to stay away." I hugged her, "Mom, nobody is telling you to stay away but it feels like you want to say something else." "Are you okay?" She was serious about the question and I was confused. "Yeah, why are you asking that all of a sudden?" "Your friend is marrying your ex. I know you are in a relationship with Alex and you are happy but it's going to sting. The feeling of betrayal is unavoidable." "I wasn't fine at first, honestly. But everyone moves on in life. Our relationship won't be th

It would definitely be an unwelcome part of our friendship. "Thank you," I say without looking at him before I climp the stairs to my room. How funny was it, that after four years, my ex-husband ( in my mind not on paper) and I were trying to be friends? If it would work, it'll be safe for us if there are no feelings to rekindle. I speak for myself when I say, a relationship is likely not to bud from my end again. A man is only allowed to hurt a woman once.

Kyle said vaguely. Such nice and pretty words but with no real intention behind them. He didn’t want to keep in touch, and to be honest, neither did I. Hanging around my ex was not really my thing and I never believed in a friendship after a breakup either. At least, that sort of relationship never worked out for me.

I clapped my hands naturally as I tried my best to smile and laugh along with the other people in the crowd, while a part of me shriveled up and died a silent death on the inside. That day my best friend married my ex-fiancé and marked a bright start to their future while at the same time, putting an end to years of friendship and love that I shared with the two of them ever since we first met during our first days at university. I wanted to believe that I was a forgiving and kind person and that one day in the future I might look back on this moment and find it in me to wish them well. The pain that tore at my heart and the hatred that swirled in my belly told me that that day would not com

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t mean you any harm. Either of you. I was just so grateful to you, and so… happy about everything that’s happened. I was hoping we could be friends?” Hope filled her eyes at her question. I took a moment, letting the words settle over me. She didn’t mean harm. She wanted to be friends. I thought of Nicole and Asher. Nicole, who was distancing herself from me because of some unknown rumors. Asher, who I hadn’t talked to since our latest argument. Truth was, I could use more friends. “Okay,” I said. “Great!” She clapped her hands together. “I’m so relieved you agreed. Not just because you seem like a really cool person, but also because I can help. I’ve been

"Maybe not now, but in the next few days? What if you start liking him? You didn't like me at first, did you? But because we lived together in the same house, we'll always be together--" "It doesn't mean that because I'm in the same house with him, I'll fall in love with him. And it's different Xander, especially since he's my ex-husband's friend, I don't want to break up with my husband's friend before." "But you got pregnant by him? Is that what doesn't hurt a friend--" I quickly slapped him because of what he said. He held his cheek and looked at me a little surprised.

And, the fact that he asked me out, and was so eager, had made it even harder to say no. But, I had to. For him. For his own good. Until he was over his divorce. I was going to be his friend, nothing more. I couldn't let him make the same mistake twice. He needed time to heal, and then, we would see what would happen. He has gone through so much, suffering for the mistakes he made in the past. It's quite sad that we all can't get what we want. His ex wife has moved on, and considering how much he'd loved her, he was bound to feel all these emotions.

" he asked, his voice gentle. Tears welled up in Christiana's eyes as she tried to explain. "I was hurt and angry, Tom. My ex-husband left me for another woman, and I felt like I needed to prove to him that I was still desirable. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I used our friendship to make him jealous, and I'm so sorry."