Meeting My Ex Novels & Stories

I held my head high, despite every fiber of my being screaming that I was out of place. We took our seats at the front table, and Adrian squeezed my hand gently before the reporters began with their rapid-fire questions. “How did you two meet?” one asked, right off the bat. “At a charity event,” I replied, feeling oddly proud for remembering that one. “And how long have you been together?” “Two years,” Adrian chimed in, smiling warmly at me like it was all real. I was almost starting to feel at ease when I saw a man in the crowd, his eyes narrowed as he stared directly at me. No way. My heart sank as I realized it was Greg, my ex.

“Do you remember the cafe we used to go to, I think that's the best place to meet now” I nod, even though he can't see me. "I think that's better, you know Elvis is a popular person so we can't just meet in a popular place” We hang up, and I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart racing, my mind spiraling out of control. What am I doing? I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn't be meeting him. But for the first time in years, I feel alive. I feel like there's a part of me that I've lost—a part of me that I can only find with Elvis.

“What?! You’re joking, right? Oh yeah, you don’t joke… But you won’t be driving me to her, ok? That’s a promise. She’ll be meeting me there, and I’d like you to meet her.” “Didn’t you just hear a word I said about the ex? Isn’t that more important than you finally meeting your mate? As it is, I’m already feeling sorry for whoever that woman is.” “Hey, wait a minute, that’s unfair! I’m gonna be legit from now on. I’ve found her, ok? Not gonna screw around anymore.” “I’ll believe that when I see it.” “Yeah, you’ll see it. And we can talk about the ex-husband problem at the club later, all right? So, we can make it a celebratory/business/meet-my-mate sort of meeting. What do you say?”

I was shocked at his tone. “Don't act in front of me. Let's meet and talk. I’ll send you the location.” “As your wish. I would love to meet my ex-wife. Please bring my favorite red velvet cookies while coming. You know how much I like them.” He was ordering as if I was his wife.

“These information are a whole lot” Gregory Richards' downfall will be my greatest pleasure. I dialled my ex-wives number to inform her about who her husband really was. It will be a great surprise to her. “Hello,” she answered. “You know better not call me because I'm well married,” she spat on the phone. “Yea I know. And that's so sad because you left a bad man; the devil you know to marry the worst; the angel you don't know. Did you know the reason why Gregory disappeared in college?” I asked.

Sarah questioned. " You couldn't believe who I saw today," I replied. "And who was that? She queried. "The meeting I went for was scheduled with Justin Miller, my ex-husband," I answered. "That ungrateful man, I hope you gave him your piece of mind," she asked. "Hmmm, it's a business meeting, and it would be a gradual process to do that, so I just calmed down," I said. "I hope so, because I don't really know why he is still hanging around you that much," she added.

“I didn’t ask you to ” “AND HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO PAY YOUR FATHER’S DEBT NOW?” she roars, eyes wild. “We are drowning, Ayla. DROWNING. You’re out here acting like some spoiled princess while the rest of us…” “I met someone,” I say suddenly. That shuts her up. I swallow and force my voice to stay steady. “I ran into my ex… my old boss. He saw me at the restaurant. We talked. He… wants to get back together.”

As the sun began to set, Lena suggested they order some dinner and watch a movie to take Ava's mind off things. As they settled in for the night, Ava's phone buzzed with an incoming message. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, wondering if it might be Ethan. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the message was from an unknown number, but the words "Meet me at the old oak tree in the park at midnight. Come alone." made her blood run cold. The message was unsigned, but Ava's instincts told her it was from Ethan. Why would he be contacting her now, after breaking up with her? And what did he want to talk about?

A flush creeped across her cheeks when she remembered what happened in the office. "I could’ve," he agreed. "But since you’ve decided to prioritize social time over work, I thought immediacy would help." "My work is done," she said. "Clearly not to standard." He said, then paused. "Fix it when you return. Or I’ll have to question your attention to detail in the review meeting." Click. The call ended. Isla stared at her phone, jaw tight. Because the worst part? She'd still have to face him despite everything attempt of hers not to.

My heart starts beating at an abnormally faster rate when it finally stops and the doors slide open. After our little altercation on Saturday, Klein and I both went our separate ways and haven’t seen each other again since then. We’ve not even communicated over the phone and right now, I’m about to go and meet him in his office. I don’t know if I’m ready to face him.