Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

“Time of death 11:59pm,”The old doctor gulped loudly as he started those.“No!” A young girl barged into the ER, she didn't mind that she was covered in blood and dirt. “She’s not dead, try again.”“I’m sorry there’s nothing we can do your friend was….” “No..no you’re a doctor, it’s your job to save people so save her.” Her words were firm just as her hold on the doctor’s arm.The old man took a deep breath before going to continue. “time of death 11:59pm…”“Liar Tessy can’t die,” she limped to her friends side. “You’re not dead, you can’t die.”“Bethany,” a voice, deep, a little raspy called out to her. “She’s gone let the doctors do their job.”Bethany looked at her brother Caleb with resentment

She hung up before Milli could retort. Milli stared in shock at Marni’s phone and was about to dial the number back to give the woman a piece of her mind when a picture message came through. It was of a dark blonde, fair skinned woman with her back to the camera. Heith was looking down at her like he adored her as she held his face in her hands. Edgar was grinning beside him. The ring on the woman’s hand looked a lot like the one Milli was wearing, only much larger. Another picture came through. It was of Edgar, a faux redheaded woman in his lap that Milli recognized as his ex-girlfriend Heather. She had seen the pictures of them together on his social media account only last week. Milli see

He looked around for Heather and found her sleeping inside the car. "Heather, you have 13 missed calls from your director," Atlas calmly informed her in his deep voice. Heather's world turned upside down upon processing that information. "Oh my gosh! I'm late for the shoot! They're looking for me, there's a director's call today. I need to be there." "Alright, I'll take you." Atlas drove Heather to the shooting location and then headed home to freshen up. Upon arriving home, he received a message from Heather: "Thank goodness I didn't get scolded by the director, haha! Thank you for the ride."

Troy Harrison swiped through his phone again. Turned it toward me. Same beach. Same couple. But now there was sound. Maya's soft gasps. Alex whispering something I couldn't make out. The unmistakable sounds of— Christ. The quality was crystal clear. How was that even possible? "Daniel has the Henderson files." Harrison said it like he was ordering coffee. "The ones stolen from your foundation offices." The room tilted. "It was you? You broke into—"

Finally he leaned back. “Nothing in the public system,” he said. “But this guy… he’s in something off-grid. Mercenary level. No name, no ID, but he shows up in flagged images. Private contracts. He’s been hired before.” “By who.” West shook his head. “No names. Just coded employers. Could be companies. Could be individuals. All black files.” I sat down opposite him, leaning forward. “Then trace the company she went to. Dig into it. Who owns it, who funds it, who benefits from setting up fake interviews and wiping women off elevators.”

He drawled but didn't wait for her response before he walked towards the counter, where he took the neat file, which he extended to her. Julian was confused at first. She raised an eyebrow as she reached out to the papers. " It's a divorce paper. I have a Mistress, Ju. We have been together for months now. You should know her. Hattie, the surgeon in G. Medical Care " At these words, Julian went dazed. She scoffs hilariously. " That's a funny joke. I never know you are good at comedy, Asher. I have a good news to tell you and ... "

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

She already deleted all of their photos and shared memories, and all that was left was photographic evidence of Spencer's infidelity. She went through everything meticulously, organizing them according to chronology. She posted the pictures one by one, starting with a photo of Spencer and Queenie in bed. Even though she censored the major identifying features, there was no mistaking the two people in the picture, and within minutes, the scandal spread like wildfire through the town. As comments flowed in, Nikita's phone began buzzing nonstop, and eventually, she had to remove her SIM card to prevent the messages from interfering with her. She resumed the exposé using her wireless network. Th

But as fate would have it, he didn’t pull out a weapon when he opened the drawer, as I thought earlier. He pulled out a file and placed it on the desk. “Because I was never meant to survive this,” he said calmly. I stared at him blankly. “What is that?” “Insurance.” He pushed the file toward me. “Check it out.” I hesitated at first but later proceeded to check it out. Inside were printed bank statements, wire transfers, encrypted account IDs, and large sums with dates that matched the ambush attempts. After going through the files, I looked up slowly at Matteo.

Then I suddenly remembered something. "The document you came to deliver..." "Where is it?" He immediately handed me a file folder. "It's the detailed information on a foreign anti-cancer drug." "I heard the company's president is looking for a domestic partner." "I think the Carter Group has a chance to win this project." The moment I finished reading the documents... I couldn't help laughing. "So it's this..." "What?" Thomas looked completely confused. I quickly shook my head. "Nothing." For now... I didn't want anyone to know that Terrence Edmin had already approached me about a partnership.