Dear Ex Best Friend Novels & Stories

I signed across the lines, angrily gathered the papers, and threw them at Caleb. He was shocked at my sudden reaction, but I didn't care. I also pulled the ring from my finger and threw it at him too. “Thank you for liberating me from this trash! You'll suffer worse, Isabella!” I walked out of their stunned faces and took a deep breath once I was outside. I quickly flagged down a taxi, and once I got in, I called my best friend, Sharon. “Hey, babes, meet me at the Diners Bar,” I let out abruptly.

Today was my day off and I couldn’t wait to just sleep. “Thank you mamacita”, the taxi driver said smiling widely after I paid him. I envied his happiness. Walking into my neighborhood, I groaned seeing Grace, my neighbor in front of my house. Grace was very nosy and loved to gossip. I did my best to never indulge her. She grinned widely as she saw me. “Heyyy, good morning Mila”, she greeted with her exaggerated voice. “Good morning…Grace, what’s up”, I replied tired already of the upcoming conversation.

“Don’t worry, bestie. We’ll be back in New York soon, and you’ll get to meet him. You’ll see for yourself how sweet and intentional he is. Your best friend is in good hands, I promise.” “Look, Cynthia, I’m just happy you’re okay. And more importantly, that you’re happy. I wish you guys nothing but love and more love,” I said, and I meant every word. For the first time in a long while, I felt like she was finally picking up the pieces. Taking life seriously. And as her best friend, that made me proud. “I’m so sorry, bestie, but I have to go. Talk soon. Mwah!” Cynthia said, and I knew she had just blown me a kiss through the phone. Typical Cynthia.

Nicole asked. “Shhh … don’t talk about them like that. They might overhear and it will cause me more problems. They don’t like me as it is, but that’s by the way. Enough about me. How come you didn’t tell me you were coming back home? We still spoke the day before yesterday.” “I wanted it to be a cute little surprise.” “It was the greatest and best surprise ever. I’ve really missed you, and I haven’t had another close friend since you left five years ago. Please tell me you’re back to stay.” Diane said, clasping Nicole’s hands in hers.

"Your daddy loved you so much. You know that. And he knows you loved him." I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, swamped with immeasurable gratitude I had the best friends in the world. They picked me up, time and time again. The pressure behind my ribs eased and I was able to fend off tears. "You're the best, Dee." "Well, no duh. Now, enough of this. You'll ruin your makeup." I laughed, the sound catching in my throat. "Let's go."

A support system, a community and the closest thing to friends I've had since Ria's betrayal. Me: "My ex suddenly has regrets. Funny timing." I attach the screenshot. Elena responds first: Hahaha Mrs. Hernandez: Block him mija Marcus: men are trash Leo: wait this is the guy who cheated on you with your best friend?? and now he wants to TALK?? Elena: the audacity. the absolute audacity. Mrs. Hernandez: Don't respond. He doesn't deserve your words. I watch the messages roll in, feeling something warm spread through my chest. These people barely knew me six months ago. Now they're defending me like family.

“Fruits?! Oh my god—he’s on a low-fructose protocol! His nutritionist explicitly said berries only, and only if they’re organic and shade-grown!” A smile of contentment appeared on my face as I strolled over to where the other moms were seated. I took a seat beside Fiona, the mother of Chloe's best friend. “Jenna, I love the detailing at this party. Oh, you're still using Elise? She's… adorable. I just switched to someone from Monaco. So much more exclusive.” Translation: Your party is basic. “Thanks. Elise’s works are easy and she's always available. What do you think of the ponny ride?”

My body trembled with exhaustion as I leaned against a broken guardrail, gasping for air. Liam turned toward me, his voice urgent. “We need to find Damien. He’ll know what to do.” I shook my head, clutching my stomach. “No hospitals. No police. I can’t risk it. Whoever’s helping Ethan… they’re everywhere.” “Kayla—” A faint buzz cut him off. My phone screen lit up again. Unknown number. My throat tightened. I opened the message. It was a picture. The basement. The shattered piano. The mannequin.

Hello my loves, Like what I always do after concluding my previous stories, I am leaving a note to thank all of you for completing the fourth installment to the story Sorry Dear Ex, It’s Your Loss Not Mine. You are all amazing up to this point. I was overwhelmed by how well you received Flint, Anna/Linda and Penelope (Kwin) as part of your daily reading habit. Unlike Marcus and Rowan, whose stories were already assured because I already gave them a foreground on the main story, Flint’s story came out unexpectedly.

“Trust me, I know you will.” “Now, start from the beginning. I want every detail.” It was nice to talk to my best friend. I felt good after the conversation and just when I thought things couldn’t go worse, I got a notice from the cheerleading squad that, despite my attempts to get out of the basketball game my ex was on, I had to go there.