Me You And My Ex Novels & Stories

I said and look at him. "I know, that is why I am here to meet you, I didn't bother you right?" "You never bother me," I said. "Want to chill at the backyard?" I nod my head and we walk to the kitchen to grab some snacks and drinks. We sit at the table in the backyard. Luckily, it's not that cold and it is good to have some chilly air tonight. "So, I heard my sister is going to go back with her 'ex'," I look at him and I can't believe he actually called Lucas as my ex. Well, yeah I know he is but it just feels weird when someone just said he is my ex. I never get back with any of my exes before and this is my first time.

I replied with a faint smile, “sorry, my mind is on alot things.” “Tell me about it. I know that it's not work that's the issue.” Her fingers worked their magic in my head, trying to calm me down. I sighed, “I met my ex-wife today.” And I may or may not have had a raging hard-on as I strangled her.

Although, I can boastfully say I made a lot of money but that does not excuse the fact that I was doing something wrong. "My baby's back" Mae my ex came hugging me. We broke up last summer but it happens that she still has feelings for me. If you ask me, I do not feel any way toward her. "Not your baby, remember?" I said breaking free from the hug. "I'm sure you missed," she said smiling. "Gil, are the guys on the court?" I asked. "Yea, bro, let's announce your return".

“Because from my vantage point, it looked like you were close to tears being in front of those two, and I had a feeling it wasn’t the first time you ran into them tonight.” I nod. “I met them as I took the lift when we first arrived this afternoon. Needless to say, I was ambushed,” I say, heat rising to my cheeks yet again, and I breathe out a long sigh. “Alden was my ex-fiancee, and Mandy was my PA.” Elijah’s eyes widen at this revelation, and his mouth is a thin line. “Oh.” “Oh, indeed,” I say, feeling wholly mortified, finishing the rest of my champagne. Elijah tilts my chin to face him again.

"But we are together now... And that's what matters..." I can't help but smile. "And you don't know how great that feels." "All thanks to your ex coming back to hunt you!" CJ jokes. "We should write him an appreciation letter, don't you think?" I stuff fries in my mouth and sip the wine. "The asshole can't read English." CJ and I laugh as we chat a bit more, dissing my ex Roman. CJ brings another topic and the laughter fades away. "And my dad? Is it true he paid you to leave?"

I said before groaning in pain. “What? What the fuck do you mean gone! That is my retirement money you are talking about Mateo, where the hell is it!” she roared. I shook anxiously. How do I tell my ex, I used up her money to buy my wife from my enemy? Out of spite…

Mekayla is not sure if she should be crying or laughing at me. All I can do is try my best, "I am so sorry." But she only but keeps on standing there motionless. Then she finally speaks, "Guess we both have exes that are a bit fucked up. Please just tell me that you do not have another one that is going to pop up." I give her a little kiss on the forehead and let her come sit closer to me.

I chewed my lip, suddenly finding my coffee incredibly fascinating. Meera’s eyes narrowed. “Susan.” “I… didn’t say yes.” “What?” Her jaw dropped. “Why?” I sighed, leaning back against my chair. “Because it’s too fast. Because it’s insane. Because this is Elliot we’re talking about. My ex. My boss. The man who broke my heart a decade ago.” Meera crossed her arms, her expression shifting from excitement to something softer. “And the man you’re obviously still crazy about.” I looked away, not wanting to admit how much that was true.

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"Do you think spinning these lies and putting on this show is actually going to work? What, you think this will make me regret leaving you?" He shook his head and sneered. "Let me tell you, it's useless!" For a moment, the past came rushing back, blurring the edges of my memory. Back then, I really had loved him desperately. I believed every word he said and treasured every little thing he gave me. However, that version of me had died three years ago, buried beneath countless nights of crying myself to sleep alone. Now, I was standing here as Mrs. Miller. Arthur seemed to catch the commotion through the phone. He anxiously said, "Mrs. Miller! The bodyguards are already on their way! I'll not