Dear Ex 소설 & 이야기

Alice I walked slowly down the staircase, gripping a large, brown envelope containing the divorce finalization papers. Reaching the bottom step, I paused, looking up to see Xavier descending towards me. His polished shoes clicked against the stairs, echoing through the hallway. As he approached, he extended a hand, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, this is it. I can officially call you my ex-wife, right?" I smiled, inhaling the scent of his cologne as I took his hand. "Not for long, Xavier," I replied, our handshake brief but firm.

It would be so nice to get to know each other. The reply came back by courier in an hour. It was three lines long, and perfectly kind. 'Dear Selene, thank you so much. I'm afraid my schedule is impossible this week. I hope we can meet another time. R.K.' I tried lunch. A quiet French place near the river, where the tables were far apart and the waiters knew to vanish. Declined, warmly, with regrets.

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.

"The problem was never too much thinking. The problem was not enough feeling." "Do you miss him?" Marcus was quiet. Then: "I miss the man he was before. The one who laughed. The one who held Variant babies and sang them lullabies." He looked at me. "You remind me of that man. Not the King. The man." "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." "It's the truest." We sat in silence. The wind howled. The waves crashed. "Marcus," I said. "The thing in the trench. The First One. What is it?"

I hit dial and put it on speaker. He had taken my phone and saved the number himself as an emergency contact and he had warned me not to call unless it was really important. It rang twice. A deep, velvet-smooth baritone answered. “Tessa. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The way my name rolled off his tongue was so pleasant, like he practiced it. Adrian Beckett. Damien’s father. Silver-fox billionaire. Sixty-two years old and built like a man who still ran five miles every morning before dominating boardrooms. Voice like aged whiskey and dark chocolate.

I turn on my laptop to face him, and he reads out loud. " 'Dear Mrs Dumont, what a pleasure it was to read your take on women in our literature world. It certainly was refreshing to read and see things through a fresh pair of eyes. Incredibly written and indeed thought-provoking, brilliance at its best. It will be my pleasure to welcome you to Exeter this coming Autumn.' "

I saw my team’s face turned pale. I heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not with myself this week." I admitted. I immediately browse the summary plan of the presentation. "I get their point in this plan. It's good. But maybe instead of me, why not we get Ms. Sheena and instead of 'So in love' we change the copy to 'Made for love' since Ms. Sheena is the designer of Inarez Bag and Mr. Gavin is the owner of Inarez."

****** "Dear? Why the long face? You are pregnant and that's what we've been praying for, right?" So, tell me why you are not happy?!"

she exclaimed “I would have think so too, but Adex condition is quite different and you know it, you just have to be here with him. Just this period he has called me like thousand times” tears cloud he eye. “I feel your pain, I know you have endured a lot, for the sack of my Mom and me, we will want you to give him more chance but if your heart is no longer here, is fine. You can take the road, it’s not your fault, you did your best” she caution

I walk towards the front, ignoring Hans's face, which remains fixed on me. "Good morning, everyone. I am Exelle Kim, one of the new shareholders of MON Corporation. In short, I am now one of the directors and shareholders of this corporation. I'm sure you've noticed the absence of your beloved directors-slash-shareholders. They have already transferred their shares and rights as directors of MON Corporation, or more accurately, they have sold everything to me," I pause, relishing the moment.