Novel & Cerita Los Fantasma De Mi Ex

“When I broke up with Rian, this dark and heavy thing began to surround me in my dreams, and I've felt it from time to time ever since. I just realized that the same dark thing only disappeared when I began having hallucinations of Rian" “Well, that’s both bad and useful news sis. I checked every letter you sent, and I found a book online that had the same words. A cult member posted a few pages of the book and they matched the ones on the letters. I think your ex is part of that cult, and he’s the one haunting you”.

This is the kind of thing that gets you locked up. So why am I wet? Why am I standing here in this hallway with my shorts soaked through thinking about his cock? Not the dildo. His cock. The real one. The one I saw when he bent down was thick and hard, straining against those gray sweatpants. My ex was 24. He lasted two minutes and I faked it every single time. Daniel hasn't even touched me. Not really. Not where it counts. And I'm already— Already what? Already imagining him bending me over this hallway floor. Right here. Where Mom could walk out any second.

“I just went to feel the water.” I was completely broken. Why did that hurt so much? I don’t have any more feelings for him, right? He is my ex and a cheat. Alina, you can not let him get to you. I told myself repeatedly, only to burst at crying the next second. Why did it hurt? How could he say that about me? A nobody? Me? Six years ago, I was his girlfriend, the love of his life, his princess, and today I’m no one.

" Helena's eyes were teary, fingertips tracing over the worn pages, when she suddenly froze. She pulled out a photo from the middle of the stack. In it, she was smiling brightly, and I stood beside her, my gaze soft and full of affection. Her fingers shook as they brushed the photograph, tears finally spilling over. She clutched the picture tightly, as if it were the last thing keeping her upright. I stood beside her, instinctively wanting to reach out and wipe away her tears, but then I remembered the cold, hateful look on her face the day my mother died. My hand recoiled. She wasn't the woman I had once loved anymore.

– A Friend Alex stared at the screen, the words sinking slowly, then turned the phone toward the table. Dominic went pale. “My father’s first fiancée,” he said quietly. “Before my mother.” Maya frowned. “What happened to her?” “She disappeared,” Dominic said. “Engagement called off. No explanation. My mother said Catherine never loved him. That she was after the money.” Marcus was already typing, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Give me ten minutes.” Alex met Dominic’s eyes. “Are you ready for this?”

I whispered, my blood turning to ice and then suddenly boiling over with heat. Antonio. My ex-husband. The man who had spent three years draining my bank accounts, gaslighting me into thinking I was nothing, and eventually disappearing with every cent of my savings after a particularly brutal final argument. I had spent years looking over my shoulder, terrified he'd come back to do much worse to me.

I curled up on the couch, feeling like every bit of strength had drained out of my body. My phone screen lit up. It was a message from Fiona Carpenter. She had been Natasha's roommate in high school. They were still pretty close. I opened it. It was a photo. The background looked like a private booth in a bar. Natasha sat in the middle of the booth, a bottle in her hand, her eyes unfocused. She was clearly drunk. And the man sitting beside her, gently wiping her face with a towel…was Vince.

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

I opened it carefully. {Hi Lydia! It's Fiona. I heard you've been going through a tough time lately. I'm so sorry about everything with your family. I know we haven't talked much recently, but I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Want to grab coffee this week? I miss you. xoxo} I read it three times. Fiona Grant. My ex best friend turned Vanessa's minion. The woman who had pretended to be my friend in my past life. She had gained my trust and then fed every word I said right back to Vanessa.