Don T Text Your Ex Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

Chapter One – Happy Birthday I held the small chocolate cake in my hands, trying not to let them shake. I had saved little by little from my salary just to buy it. It wasn’t much, but I told myself it would be enough. After all, it’s not about how big the gift is, but the heart behind it. I had even managed to buy him a shirt last month. It was still hidden inside a small bag near the sofa, wrapped in plain paper. I imagined the smile on his face when he saw it, when he realized I still thought of him, still loved him, despite everything.

I think Ace sang it last night. My cell phone vibrated on the counter, catching my attention. A message from an unknown number. "Do you really think he's changed?" My smile disappeared for a moment. I read it again. They have to be kidding me. Doesn't this person have anything better to do at nine in the morning on a Saturday? Come on, friend. Go mind your own business, seriously. I blocked the number. I put the phone aside and took a deep breath. "I'm not going to let anything, or anyone, spoil my happiness," I muttered to myself.

I nod. I pull out my phone and text Anaya before I can think too hard about what I’m going to say to her tomorrow about all of this. *Left the party, everything’s fine, talk tomorrow. Happy birthday again, I love you.* I add three hearts so she doesn’t worry too much tonight.

"You don't own me." I hang up on him and squeeze my phone in my hand, preventing myself from throwing it across the room. I think I hate him. No. I'm positive I hate him! My phone vibrates with a text and, against my better judgment, I open it. - FROM: BLADE 8:59 A.M. I'm warning you. Stop seeing him. - I scoff. Wow. There's nothing like a text from an ex telling you how to live your life to put you in a bad mood. I send a message back, frowning so hard it hurts.

I’d thought it was sweet because they were best friends. Imagine my hurt a month later, on my own birthday, when Ken had “forgotten” that it was my special day. Birthdays are a big deal for me, so I’d spent the entire day with a gaping hole in my chest, forcing myself to smile at the wishes and calls I got from friends and family—all because my boyfriend hadn’t even so much as dropped a happy birthday text. Yet he’d planned a whole surprise for his best friend.

I needed to say something to someone even if I couldn’t tell her the full truth. “Hey babes. What do you think about a hot sex on my birthday?” The reply came almost immediately. “Is there a guy I don’t know about??” I stared at the screen for a few seconds, biting my lip, before typing. “Umm, I think I have a new crush on a guy. Though I don’t know if we could actually fuck.” “Having a hot sex on your birthday would be fantastic. Tell me more right now,” she texted back with three excited emojis.

Ugh! Fuck you, Vincent, and your stupid abs and handsome face. DING! I nearly jump out of my skin as my phone chimes. "Hey, bitch. My birthday is tomorrow evening. You are coming, right?" my friend Natalie's text graces my eyeballs. I glance at the text on my phone and beam. It's Natalie's birthday tomorrow, and I had completely forgotten about it. How could I? She's been my best friend since high school. But between the marriage sham and my husband's mysterious vendetta, everything else seemed to have taken a backseat.

I need to get some rest for school tomorrow, so I close my eyes. But then my phone buzzes with a text. I hurriedly check who it is, wondering who on earth would send me a text at this time of the night. Then I see that it was Arthur. Instantly, half of my worries melt off. I open the text and it reads, “I woke up too early. And I’m thinking of you.” “I’m thinking of you too,” I text back with a smile. And instantly his reply comes, “Well, well. We got the invitation for your birthday and coronation. Are you excited? Worried?”

The phone rang multiple times but there was no response. Of course, what was I thinking? After she left us without any warning, was I even expecting her to pick up her phone? I had sent her numerous texts since my proposal happened. I wanted her to attend my wedding, but she never wrote back. Maybe it was for the best. She would have just ended up watching me get humiliated in front of everybody. Just as I let out a frustrated sigh, my phone buzzed with a text. [ Happy birthday, my princess. I’m sorry for missing your wedding. But it’s for the best if you don’t contact me. I miss you and your sister so much. Congratulations on your wedding.]

I couldn't remember when last I'd felt like this— so alive and so full of love. I checked my messages to see texts from almost everyone. Jace and Jackson had wished me happy birthday and they'd proceeded to fatten my bank account. Genevieve texted me happy birthday with multiple strings of emoji, Felicity sent me a happy birthday text and a $1000 gift card and Melanie had written an epistle that almost brought tears to my eyes. “This is so sweet,” I said. “What is?” Jaxon asked. “Everything,” I replied. “It's my birthday today. My first birthday as a divorced woman but I have you by my side. I have Jace and Jackson. I have Genevieve, Felicity, and Melanie. I feel so complete.”