Getting Back Together With An Ex Novels & Stories

Summer reminded, number one supporter “Right, I can’t promise that there would be no disagreements but I still want to give us another try and make it work this time. I am not looking into marriage right now but it is not off the table either. I want us to get back together, what do you say?” It was always so easy with them, they break up a lot but a simple apology or explanation fixes everything. “Why not” She agreed, loneliness was definitely not for her “This is great, finally you two are back together” She was super excited “Yes we are” Drake smiled and pulled Stephanie in for a kiss [Phone rings] “…What?”

"We really need to talk, Crayvin. I can't keep putting it off, and now that we are about to watch another long-ass movie, that I don't particularly like, I need to tell you now." "Okay, shoot," I say. I lift my glass and take a sip as she lifts her brows. "Well, I recently started talking to my ex again. You know, the one with the kid?" She asks and I nod, folding my arms across my chest and keeping my hand wrapped around my glass. "Turns out he is moving back this weekend and he wants to fix things between us. I didn't know how to tell you, but we haven't exactly said we were official or anything so I told him yes."

"Exactly." What followed was a storm of activity. They spent the morning rewriting their entire pitch deck from scratch. Ella had learned from every mistake—the failed meetings, the rejections, and the humiliation. Each experience had taught her something about the industry, about people, and about herself. They revised the mission statement, polished the marketing strategy, recalculated the budget, and restructured the management plan. This time, they made sure the company could withstand even the worst-case scenario. Then came the calls. Contacting former partners and suppliers was awkward, painful even. Some still remembered the humiliating scene Richard's fiancée had caused when she stor

“Fine. What is it?” The bastard grinned. He must have known I’d give in. “So, I’ve got my girl’s birthday coming up and I’ve told you about how she loves your products. I’m thinking about getting her some and I need help direct from the source.” I couldn’t even pretend that I wasn’t flattered. My work was my pride. But—”Wasn’t that your ex?” He blinked. “We’re back together now.” Well, then. “What do you need my help with?”

"I've always wanted to spend time with any of my exes. Turns out you're the only one" "So you want to bond with your ex? ", she said "No. I already bonded with my ex ". "So you're trying out other women". "None of them is as good as you". "Have you tried any of them in bed? " "Emily". God, that was extreme. "I'm sorry, I just... ". "I shouldn't have talked about exes". "You made me feel as I couldn't meet with other people because... ". "Don't mind me. I believe you can leave any man awestruck. I haven't even recovered yet".

She muffles. I began to stand slowly and backed away from her. She pulled her head up to me with tears streaming down her cheeks. "My ex tried to call me again and he said how sorry he was. He asked if we could give it another chance. I..." She stammers with her own words. "I don't know what got into me... I... I..." "Don't even fucking say it." I spat. She shakes her head. "I got back with him six months ago and I kept it all to you because I don't know how to tell you about it. You had the money and he didn't. I needed it. I needed your money." She sobs as she covers her eyes.

We’ve been together for two years, and now he wants to end it just because his ex is back. I didn’t know how to process it—I loved him. Even though our marriage hasn’t been perfect, I always prayed we’d last forever. But now it seems my prayers won’t be answered. He just wants his ex-girlfriend, and my time with him means nothing compared to her. “Freddie, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly right now. Maybe we can go home and talk about it. Just tell me if I’ve done something wrong, and I’ll apologize,” I pleaded, desperate for anything that might work.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, lost in our own thoughts. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked after a while. “I think we should get back together.” There was a long silence on my part as I tried to process what she had said. Despite my lack of reaction, she turned to face me, grasping my hands in hers. “I know it may sound crazy, and you might think it’s a mistake, but for the sake of our son, can’t we consider getting back together and giving him the life we both know he deserves?” she pleaded. “He’s been so happy recently and doing so well in school. All of this has happened since you came back. It’s evident that he wants to be with you, that he still sees you as the fath

“Nikolai what, what are you talking about?, why wou, why would you“ my hands roughly going through my hair. He cut me off, his voice sharp. “Liora’s back.” For a second the name didn’t register. Then it did, my stomach twisted. Liora hale. His college sweetheart, His first love. “What, what do you mean she’s back?, back as in, back in belgrave?, or what” My voice cracked, trying to steady my laboured breathing, and bring the ringing in my head to stop, more tears streaming down my cheeks without permission. A stinging feeling of betrayal blossoming in my chest.

His brown eyes bored into mine worriedly, and as his warm palm came in contact with my skin, my heart fluttered, and my throat went dry. How could it be him? He was supposed to be dead! "Are you hurting anywhere? Should I get the doctor?" My mouth was only hanging open. No words came out. How could this even be? Justin and I dated for years back in college, but we broke up before he traveled out of the country to take over his father's business after our graduation. By the time he returned years later, I was already married to Lucas. We both had to move on, because I already did.