Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Romane & Geschichten

While I packed Jack’s briefcase, I found a marriage certificate tucked inside. The official seal had been stamped across the document. In the photo, Jack and another girl smiled at the camera, looking happy and perfectly at ease. My hands trembled as I grabbed the certificate and placed it in front of him. Jack only glanced at it. His expression did not change as he calmly continued eating. “Layla Watson. You know her. She’s the daughter of a minor business associate. “She was attacked last year. Her parents happened to be away, so I stepped in and helped her. Her family’s business has been struggling lately, and they wanted to force her into an arranged marriage to secure some money. S

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 124: . Here is the edited version with the changes: --- **Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire** **Chapter 124:** The drink is good, rum-based and fruity sweet-tart from the pineapple juice. It goes down smooth with no burn from the alcohol, and when her glass is empty, Archibald wordlessly trades it out for his own half-full one as if that had been his plan all along.

"That guy—was he your boyfriend? Coming all this way? That's got to be love. Mine dumped me the second I said I was going abroad. Swapped me for someone younger. So... why didn't your guy leave with you?" I just cleared the food containers, my voice flat. "He's not my boyfriend. He's my ex-husband." She froze. Didn't say another word. I moved on fast. Two years later, I finally got a rare chance to go back to Crenova. By then, I was sharper, stronger, deeper into medicine than ever before. And I wasn't alone—my boyfriend, Ian Quandt, was with me. We met on the front lines, in the middle of a rescue gone sideways. There was a huge explosion.

I suddenly felt a sliver of hope emerge as I thought that perhaps this man could be a blessing in disguise. "You know…Mr Theodore. I wouldn't in my wildest imagination think of doing such an affectionate thing for you considering how much my boyfriend made me despise you," I heaved an exhausted sigh. "Ex boyfriend" He shunned. " You deserve it because you fucking cheated on me. I left me Daisy and thought you could escape from destiny's wrath? "How is my nephew?" I murmured in guilt. "He dislikes you for living," He groaned. Oops!

Time seemed to slow down as a flood of vivid, scorching memories crashed over me like a tidal wave. Two weeks ago. The night my boyfriend of three years had dumped me over a cold text message: “This isn’t working anymore. Sorry.” I had been devastated, crying in my best friend’s apartment until she dragged me out to the most exclusive club in the city — a place I could never afford on my salary. The lights had been low, the music heavy and sensual. And there he had been, leaning against the bar in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exuding an aura of dangerous confidence.

"Just… family drama. You know how she is. How are you holding up today, Mitch?" Mitch let out a loud, pathetic sob, instantly dropping his face into his hands. "My boyfriend dumped me, Halle. John fucking dumped me for a theater major. I'm practically dead inside. I feel like I'm always the one putting in the effort, and men are just goddamn trash." Before I could comfort him and tell him John was an idiot, a heavy hush fell over the auditorium. Mr. Damon walked in.

I pushed myself up and dashed out, racing down the stairs to the sitting room. I fell weakly to the ground, sobbing profusely as my cheeks and clothes became soaked, I didn’t know what to think or do, my brain was completely shut and all I could remember was Ava riding Dave ecstatically. It was nerve wrecking and devastating to find out your boyfriend of eight years was cheating. All the years we spent together, the memories, the plans for the future, the gossip we ignored back then when people thought it was outrageous for the son of an alpha to date an omega.

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.

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.”

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.