Dear Ex Do I Know You Novels & Stories

Ex-wife? Then the moaning continues, making me tense with shock. “Baby, does it mean your ex-wife wants to listen to my sweet moans and how I beg for you to fuck me harder!” my body went rigid hearing those words and I didn't know when tears streamed down my face. Since I dialed his contact, I've not been able to utter a word. It's as if I'm suddenly dumb. My mind went on a break and my words got stuck in my throat with just amazement suffocating me.

Locked. He kicks it open. The office inside is small and cold. A single desk. Filing cabinets pushed against the wall. One chair pulled back like someone stood up in a hurry. A laptop sits open on the desk. The screen glows white in the dim room. Dan is dead. The message fills the screen. No timestamp. No sender. Just the same announcement he has already received, displayed like a challenge. His jaw tightens. “I knew you’d come.” The voice comes from behind him.

Diane replied, but she knew how silly that excuse sounded. “Hmm … in my opinion, it is better not to take any chances. Men are dogs, and I should know, because I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak and betrayal from them over the years. I wouldn't trust any man, no matter how good he seems to be.” Nicole told Diane, joy bubbling within her. Let Diane also feel the pain of knowing that the man she loved had an interest in another woman.

“I know, Vera. And I… I’ve loved you in my own way. But it’s not the same anymore, is it?” She shook her head, sobbing. “Don’t do this...”

[I want us to break up] Fill in Lia's message [I just found out that you got your ex pregnant, or was it your ex that you got pregnant with? [I am disappointed in you] God, where did he get this kind of thinking from? Or is it my friend who has slandered me because what I know is that one of my friends is chasing Lia, maybe he is the culprit? if it's true it's really dirty the way he plays. [says who dear? I didn't get anyone pregnant] I replied but only ticked one, and I read a message from Yaya [hi, are you home yet?] [thank you for taking me home]

His voice was hesitant as if he wasn't sure who was on the other end of the line. "Hey, it's me," Emiliana said softly. There was a pause before he responded. "Emiliana. Hi." "I've been thinking," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "And I wanted to talk to you about something." "Okay," he said slowly. "I miss you," she admitted, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I miss us." There was another pause before he spoke. "I miss you too, Emiliana. I think about you all the time."

Don't you know that I'm her boyfriend? ******* T b

We ate in silence most of the time, sharing a few jokes in between to try to kill some of the tension. A text from an unknown number rolled in while I scrolled through tweets, UNKNOWN: You better pray your daddy doesn't win. You don't want to be an orphan, do you? I heard how you caused the death of your mother… you want to kill your father, too? Real heartless. I hope you take this warning seriously, for your own good.

The car engine started softly. And then, he was gone just like that. I didn’t realize I was still standing there until the cold evening air reminded me. I exhaled slowly, gripping the card in my hand a little tighter. Zayn Kane. I repeated the name in my head. It didn’t make things clearer. If anything, it made everything more confusing. Why would someone like him care about someone like me? I started walking slowly. My steps were lighter than before, but my mind wasn’t.

It rendered me speechless. “Your b*stard ex is engaged a few months after he divorced you. Imagine that?”