Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Novels & Stories

"You're the peaceful ex, I see." "What kind of ex are you?" "The petty kind. One time my boyfriend cheated in high school. I dated his best friend." "How did that end?" "He relocated. Anyway, to the real reason I wanted to get you alone. Are you sure about this? Marrying Alan?" "Why does it feel like you're trying to convince me not to?"

"You—you're not my boyfriend!" He let out a low chuckle. "We've already started. Might as well finish?" "No… no thanks." Mortified, I wanted to disappear into the floor. I fumbled for my scattered clothes, threw them on, scrambled off the bunk, turned on my phone's flashlight, and bolted back to my own bed. My name was Anna Fletcher. I'd been with my boyfriend for three years, and he was taking me home to meet his parents for the New Year.

Every head turned. He stared straight at me, his eyes wild, almost unhinged. "Hannah, you're my girlfriend! We were together for five years. How can you just marry someone else, like it means nothing? I know you're just mad at me. I'll change, I swear. I've already cut Ayla off. I don't even talk to those guys anymore. Let's go home, okay?" He was breathing hard, reaching for me. Easton stepped in front of him, blocking him without hesitation.

He couldn't—not dare—break through that thin layer of ice. I shrugged, looking indifferent. "You chose to protect her. I chose to cheat. Fair's fair." Winnie stepped forward, her voice soft and gentle. "Lisa, how could you do this to Ethan? He's your boyfriend!" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Boyfriend?" "Four years of hiding me, denying me, stringing me along. Now that I've cheated, you suddenly remember he's my boyfriend?" My gaze drifted to Winnie, full of meaning.

I took a slow breath, choosing my words carefully. “He was my boyfriend. My first real boyfriend. We were together in high school. Then one day he just… disappeared. No explanation. His family wouldn’t tell me anything, and he never reached out. Today was the first time I’ve seen him in six years.” Dante nodded once, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in slow, deliberate circles. The gesture was soothing, but his eyes remained dark. “He’s the past then. He should remain there. And he better not cross any boundaries, or I will cripple him.”

“It’s my boyfriend again. He’s being an asshole.” I roll my eyes. It’s always her boyfriend. “Why not dump him?” She grins. “Only because he has the most delicious ass. And oh…best sex ever.” I cringe but my mind betrays me, drifting to a blurred memory from five years ago. Suddenly my neck was hot. Noemi clicks her tongue. “Too bad your husband’s dead and you’ve sworn off men. You’d understand me.” I give her a tight-lipped smile and pull out my phone.

She agrees with a gentle smile. "Exactly..." I sigh. "I'm just tired of waiting. It's hard, especially when I see everyone around me paired up," I whisper, blinking, tears stinging my eyes. I don't want to think about my last boyfriend, Eric. He was like me too- mateless, and I thought I would have him with me for a while until last year when he met his mate. In that moment, everything changed. He dumped me in the blink of an eye and disappeared with his new mate, leaving me alone again. I had tried my best to move on from that, but it had done the damage. After all, it wasn't the first time that had happened.

I asked her. "Six years late, to be precise," She agreed with a gentle smile. "Exactly..." I sighed. "I'm just tired of waiting. It's hard, especially when I see everyone around me paired up," I whispered, blinking tears stinging my eyes. I didn't want to think about my last boyfriend, Tobias. He was like me too… mateless, and I thought I would have him with me for a while until last year when I saw him with his mate. In that moment, everything changed. He dumped me in the blink of an eye and disappeared with his new mate, leaving me alone again. I had tried my best to move on from that, but it had done the damage. After all, it wasn't the first time that had happened.

she answered with a small smile. Oh. Damian. I tried to force the memory to fit. Damian was my deceased sister’s fiancé who had suddenly resurfaced especially when I needed a family. How could I have forgotten that I had a boyfriend who was him? “Right. My boyfriend,” I said quickly, trying not to show how awkward I felt. “Where did he go?” I asked without waiting for more. She tucked her hair behind her ear, still smiling. For fuck’s sake, what was so worth smiling for?

My head is spinning. And yet no one dared help me up or even move from their spots, including Mr. Allen. I spewed blood on the floor and stood up. I didn’t mind if what I did was too disrespectful in everyone’s eyes. He started it. He deserves to be spat in the face. “It has been seven years since I published that book, Dad. Why bring that up now?” Dad was referring to a book about Christoph - my first love. I wrote and completed the story using a different pen name in memory of my first and last love.