Dear Ex Do I Know You Novels & Stories

Hearing those words from someone else made it sound like a story about a stranger. After enough pain, numbness set in. The memories that had once kept her awake all night no longer had the power to shake her. She gave a faint, indifferent smile. “Like you said, he’s just an ex. As far as I’m concerned, he’s as good as dead. Why would I remember him?” “As good as dead.” “Why would I remember him?” Sean stood in the shadows and heard every word. Each one cut straight through him. The March wind brushed past him, and a coldness spread through his chest.

she doesn't have any will to live anymore. "How did you get my number by the way?" "From Alastar–" "Oh fuck it," she blurted out. Cassian didn't say anything after that while Catherine rolled her eyes. She's feeling so miserable earlier, but now, she could swear that she's a bitch who could slap her now ex-boyfriend anytime she wants. "Where do you plan to go now?" Catherine looked at the man who took her away, his jaw tightened as his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed hard.

I couldn’t remember the last time I came here. Since Dean and I got serious, I had been staying over at his place—but that wasn’t enough to make him loyal. He had been seeing someone else the whole time. I picked up my phone and turned it on. There were missed calls from Madison, from my agency—but none from Dean. He didn’t think I deserved an explanation. He didn’t even bother to check if I was okay. I tapped on my I*******m app and almost fainted when I saw the headlines. “Dean, ex-boyfriend of popular model Ximena Branson, says they were never serious—it was a situationship they had both outgrown.”

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

“And a father for my son.” I gulped down the unease rising inside me and summoned the courage to speak. “Wow. You must be very desperate to put up with this charade. Mr. Dante? I thought I knew you better than this.” He let out a soft laugh. “I guess you didn’t know me well, my dear ex-wife.” He took a step closer, the solemn piano music in the lounge matching the mood, and I would bet anything he had the pianist play that on purpose. “That I could go to any length to get to the truth.”

The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust that had once bound them together. "I trusted you, Rita! I trusted you enough to share every detail of my marriage, and all this time you were fucking my husband behind my back. What kind of friend does that?" Stacy's voice rose, fueled by a mix of fury and heartbreak. Her eyes blurred with tears and her words trembled with the weight of her emotions. But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face.

"D*mn it, this visual impact really wants to kill me!" "Dear..."

I asked calmly “Cause I know you too well, those three might not know but I know, it's written all over you” “He's probably never going to love me back” I muttered sadly “Nhhh, he will trust me” “You think so?” “I know so” He smiled “Dell?” “Hmm?” He hummed looking at me “Have you ever been in love?” “In love?” “Hmm” I nodded “Yeah” “Really with who?” “She will probably never know” He shrugged “I think you should tell her trust me” “You think so?” He laughed “Hmm” I nodded “Then I will” He smiled, his cute dimples adding to his beauty

“Easton,” “Why didn't you tell me Alfred is my son?”

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