Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Novels & Stories

And I came—without touching myself—watching my boyfriend's dick disappear into another man ropes of cum spurting and painting the door to the closet, my dick twitching and humping against it (I hoped yall enjoyed it… wait in anticipation for more like this…. I’ll be uploading the book as soon as my editor and I are on board…. Which is soon, watch out for JERKFOLIO … yeah pretty weird title but I kinda like it . I’m also sorry for the slow updates my sweet loves, exam had been taking a toll on me, I won’t be done until this month ends but I’ll definitely be uploading a lil bit here and there I love you all for sticking with me till now… I really do)

“You really didn’t miss me at all.” I shoved him away, pulse racing. “Mr. Dawson, since you’re about to get married, even siblings by adoption should keep appropriate distance.” I walked out before he could say anything else. I knew I was running again. Even after three years, I still solved problems by fleeing from them. By the time I returned to the conference room, my team had already arrived.

Ethan showed up at my door just after midnight, eyes red and swollen, shoulders slumped like the weight of the world had crushed him. His boyfriend of two years had dumped him that afternoon with some cold bullshit about needing space. Ethan had been all in, talking rings and moving in together, and now he sat on my couch clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey, voice cracking as he muttered how undesirable he felt, how no one would ever want him again.

“You know, you never told me about your long twenty-four hours.” “It is not really… you would be bored,” I mumble, shaking my head. “I doubt I would find it boring,” he says, and when I give him a look, he gives a small shrug. “I guess I just find you really fascinating.” I can’t help but make a face, my smile faltering for a moment. “Believe me, it’s not fascinating. Yesterday, I discovered that my boyfriend of two years has been cheating on me… with a damn groupie.”

Suddenly, I remembered something Carl had said to me years ago. "When a guy suddenly changes his profile picture after a long time, it means there's a new woman in his life. Babe, look how much I love you. I haven't changed the picture you took for me." My breath caught in my throat as my fingers trembled while I pressed the delete button. Ten years of memories and chat history disappeared, and with them, my feelings for him came to an end. I read Aunt Selma's message, asking me to stay safe, and told her not to worry.

Shawn yelled angrily, "Sonia, we'll never have anything to do with each other again if you leave with this stranger!" I said flatly without looking back, "We haven’t had anything to do with each other for a long time now. Your fiancée is now Britney Zigger." I thought I loved Shawn so much that I would be in agony if I left him. Though it was painful to leave, I felt like I was reborn. I finally realized that we had too many problems, the biggest being Britney. Looking at this matter as an outsider, I could no longer persuade myself that they were only good friends. However, it had nothing to do with me anymore. The only thing I had to consider now was how to support myself.

On the day I returned to the country, my boyfriend, Sean Hoult, threw me a welcome home party. However, my old friends all eyed me with looks of dissatisfaction and resentment as they made sarcastic comments. Someone remarked, "I'm amazed. Who would've thought that the person who up and left would actually be shameless enough to come back?" The others chimed in, expressing their agreement. "I know, right? She's so shameless." When I left the country, Sean had been gravely ill with barely any hope of survival, and his business was in dire straits.

He understood that once the Alpha King was involved, the bond would have to be severed. Ignoring his anguish, I followed through with the dissolution. Afterward, my mom and I left with Conrad. As we drove away, I stared out the window at the bustling streets, feeling a weight lift off my chest. Relief washed over me. My marriage was over. Later, I returned to my old home with Conrad to pack my belongings. While I was sorting through my things, the doorbell rang. It was Mia.

I sat in the bathtub covered in bubbles and foam and the only thing I could think of was my life and how miserable it has been. From being dumped by my boyfriend of Three years on our anniversary to getting married to someone who despises me and chooses his lover over me. The fact that he made it clear to me that he loves and values Fiona more than me shouldn't have hurt me but for some it does, it brought back the pains that I have been trying to forget, the pains that Frank has caused me.

“For the past thirteen years that I've known you, I've loved you every single one of those days,” “But these last eight years, I realized that it is hard to love someone who is not done loving someone else,” “You say my love for you is just an illusion but I know it's not, and I think I've finally reached my fill,” “It's not wise of me to keep chasing after someone who even after eight years is not over the woman he dated. I don't blame you for that, Sophia is a wonderful person,” “That's why I've decided that I'm going to ask my dad to break off the marriage. Of course, you still have to give him that very good idea so he doesn't lose,”