Dear Ex Do I Know You Novels & Stories

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

he whispered. "No," I corrected, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. "A fool is someone who doesn't know better. You knew exactly what you were doing when you used my love to build this company. You used me as a stepping stone and kicked me away when you reached the top. Now, I’m just pulling the stone out from under your feet. Don't pretend you're shocked."

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.

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...”

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."

"Does he know you like I do? Does he know what you like? Does he know how much you love eating and how much you despise veggies? Does he know how much you love telenovelas? Does he know that you watch Stranger Things because of how big of a crush you have on Steve Harrington? Does he know how much you hate the sight of blood? Does he know you hate roses and that tiger lilies are your favorite? Does he know how much of a lightweight you are when it comes to alcohol?Does he know your favorite color or what makes you mad or what makes you sad? Well does he? Because I know everything you like and hate. I have your every facial expression engraved in my mind like a lover's words on an epitaph. I

"You're so fucking dumb. We found your love letter, Juliet. " Come again? She shoved the paper into my face and I caught it before it could fall. Holding it at a safe distance from my eyes, I read. Hi, Dexter. I thought long and hard on how to tell you this and I have settled on putting it in written form since I'm a very shy person.

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.