Dream Of Ex Husband Meaning Novels & Stories

His gaze drifts to the pond, to the koi fish gliding beneath the surface, like he’s been pulled into a memory he didn’t ask for. For a second, I think he’s thinking about Chloe. How could he not? He built this place for her… But then a thought strikes me. Would he really be thinking about his wife while sitting here with me? His ex. Do I even count as an ex? Or was I just his emotional support sponge back then? Something to lean on while Chloe had broken up with him, something disposable once she came back? The thought stings more than I expect. It’s a possibility I’ve turned over in my head for years. Every time I did, I came to the same conclusion: that I never meant to him what he meant t

objected Vania. "Enough of this stupid bullshit," cried his father. "Kalvin will marry you." he added Kalvin looked like a player sure to win his game. "Listen my daughter," Kalvin's father cut in, "I understand that at your age you can still dream of a romantic love. We've all been there. But often the people we love passionately are not the ones who ended up with at the end of the book. Such is life. This marriage will not be just a simple union of families but the beginning of a new era for your father's career. So if you have love for your father you better resign yourself to this marriage." he said

He shouldn't have said that. “Daddy, what are exes?” Nevaeh, who just picked up the word from their conversation, asked curiously while looking at her father. Rayan paused while thinking of the right words to explain to Nevaeh. He glanced at Anthea, who was completely silent. He took a long breath before speaking. “It means two people who love each other but can't make it work and end up getting separated,” Rayan explained briefly while his eyes fixed on Anthea. She was looking down at the plates in front of her as if they were the most interesting thing in the whole world.

“Yeah, because I knew you were still in grief,” “Grief?” I stared at him incredulously. “Well, I'm done grieving, and I'm serious about the divorce. You are unbelievable, Armstrong, our son died yesterday, and you never called me or came to check on me. You are here shagging this bitch, you should be ashamed of yourself,” my voice dripped with disgust. “Don't ever call her a bitch, OK?” he spat, his eyes flashed with anger. I sniffed, nodded my head repeatedly in shock and disbelief.

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

"What is that supposed to mean?" I laughed. "What else do you think it means? I never planned to remarry you." He did not believe me. "You may say that, but what your action says otherwise. Even though you showed up late, you’re still here, aren’t you? Relax. I gave you my word that we would wed again, provided you remember your role." I rolled my eyes so hard they practically reached the back of my skull. In the few years since we last met, his narcissism had intensified.

Even the nurse knew the smallest of information about my husband whereas he didn't inform me about his movement. He wasn't looking good the last time I saw him. He appeared to be in serious pain and could hardly sit up. So what work was more important than his life that he had to risk it all? I was still pondering on my thoughts when it dawned on me. My teeth clenched hard at the realization. Could it be that he went in search for his ex-wife? He must have seen the news about her and that might be the reason he ran off to see her. “Avery..” I gritted.

Not because it hurt less. I smiled because that illusion no longer belonged to me. “You need to wake up from that dream,” I said quietly. “And when you do, never bring up our past again. That version of us is dead.” His face hardened, desperation curdling into something meaner. “Think about it,” he said. “What kind of man works with his wife’s ex-husband? What kind of man allows that? Does that not tell you something?” I did not even hesitate.

I dreamt today but I would not particularly call it a night mare. “The nightmares have stopped, I think. I no longer feel apprehensive maybe because I subconsciously know I am free and no longer under his control” I really do think that might be why I stopped having night mares about him. “That’s a possibility” he said with an understanding smile. “So is there any other thing I should be aware of, anything going on right now that might be affecting you mentally or psychologically?” “I just got a sad news about my ex husband which left me in shock but I am sure I will get better with time” he nodded

“What do you mean?” “I mean... everything. The way we started, the years we wasted, and now... this,” she said, gesturing to the table full of documents. Lucas leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “I think about it all the time,” he admitted. “If I could go back and change things, I would. I would’ve been a better husband, a better partner. But I can’t change the past. All I can do is try to make things right now.”