Dear Ex 소설 & 이야기

It didn’​t w‍ork. All I‍ could thin‍k a​b‌out was Silas. ​Sweet, sick, h‍onest Sil​a‌s,​ w‌ho wa⁠s probably ly​ing i​n ou⁠r b​ed right now, listening‌ to the ra⁠in agai‌nst the‍ window. He trusted me. He believed I was at‌ a‌ work​ meeting, o⁠r g‌e⁠tti‌ng gro‌c‍eries, or doing some​thing normal. Not stealin‌g fro⁠m my ex. Not lettin⁠g my ex kiss me.​

MARISSA The moment I stepped out of the car, I smiled. “Mrs. Paula!” I called out. The older woman looked up from the flowerbed, squinting at first, then her face lit up as recognition dawned. “Oh dear… Marissa!” she exclaimed, waving her hands excitedly. I walked toward her and crouched down, opening my arms. “Mrs. Paula, I missed you so much.” She laughed warmly, pulling me into a hug. “My dear child, you don’t come around these days. You’ve been too busy becoming a big woman.”

I remained in that position for what seemed like forever before finally standing up. I picked up my laptop to work when a notification came in, and it read “Dear Ali Ltd, we hope this letter finds you well. We at REINE have been following your remarkable work in the industry and greatly admire your achievements. We believe that a partnership between two companies would be highly beneficial and create new opportunities for growth and success for both parties. We would love to cooperate with you. We look forward to building a lasting and successful partnership with you. From REINE. CEO: Zack Andrews.

“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?”

Felicia hissed beside me, her voice low but sharp enough for only me to hear. I just smiled, calm on the surface though a storm was brewing inside. “It’s not worth it, babe,” I said softly, laying a hand on hers. Felicia shook her head. “I know, but how can he just act like his wife isn’t just… here?” I corrected her gently, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “Ex-wife,” I hissed, barely moving my lips. “I know,” she whispered, frustrated. “But he doesn’t know that.”