Meeting My Ex Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by that?Look,don’t even dare make anything up so you can have him,You’re his ex now…his past.” She was making me feel so agitated. She continued talking calmly.”You’re right but you should know that he can’t tell you everything.And I can’t keep letting you get deceived anymore.I think we should really meet up.I will be at Sweet Thrills cafe tomorrow by 2:pm,I’ll be waiting for you.”And then,she hung up. I dumped my phone on the bed. She had automatically ruined my mood. I shouldn’t meet up with her. I shouldn’t meet up with her.

"Ava, I know I've made mistakes. But I'm here, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again." She met his gaze, her eyes searching his face. "I don't know if I can trust you again, Alexander. But I'm willing to try." He reached for her hand, his grip gentle yet firm. "That's all I ask." They sat in silence, the world around them fading as they focused on the connection they were rebuilding. The following week, Alexander invited Ava to dinner at a quaint restaurant they had frequented during happier times. The familiar ambiance brought a sense of nostalgia, but also a hint of discomfort.

I heard her energetic voice as usual. Things haven’t been well, but I can’t say that to Lisa. How can I tell her that my ex-wife is back and business is going down when our wedding is in a few weeks? “Can I call you back, Lisa? I’m in the middle of a meeting.” I told her. She must have frowned. “I thought you said you would be free today.” She mumbled. That was what I thought too, but things went all wrong. “I’m sorry something came up,” I said, heading for the lounge instead.

The meet and greet would have been our first official meeting, but I couldn't make it because of the problem I had in the States. We were supposed to meet in a restaurant, but he changed the location at the last minute, asking me to meet him at the office. I walked into the establishment and headed towards the lift, grateful it was a Saturday. Nova didn't know I was meeting with her ex, and I loved it this way. Deep down, I have this impression that she still cared for him. Even though I couldn't tell why I had such a feeling, I knew I had never been wrong, which was why I kept mum about my affairs.

“I could say the same. But, I guess it’s a good place to unwind. Had a rough day?” I nodded, already feeling a little lighter just by his presence. “Yeah. Rough day,” I admitted, setting my glass down. “Dealing with my ex-husband. And a whole lot of nonsense, the same man you saw me with the last time.” I sighed, shaking my head. He didn’t say anything right away, but his eyes softened, and he leaned in slightly. “Sound like you’ve been through a lot. I’m glad I ran into you again, though.”

Alicia replied with a small smile. “Thank you,” she added, taking the files from her and placing them neatly on the table before returning to her work, her mind fully cooperating with her. A few minutes before the lunch break, her phone vibrated suddenly. She yawned. Then reached for it. A message glowed on the screen. Nathan: A meeting has been fixed in court for Friday regarding property shares as my ex-wife. Will you be coming? Her jaw tightened. Her brows furrowed. She stared at the message for a long moment, then locked her phone and placed it face-down on the desk.

“Goodnight, Wildfire.” I hung up, pressing the phone to my chest for a second before shaking my head. Get a grip, Demetria. I sat down to eat, but my peace was short-lived. Another call came through. Mark. My ex. I sighed heavily. I’d blocked his contact, yet here he was again with another number. “Demetria, please,” his voice pleaded through the line. “Let’s meet. I want to talk to you.” “No, Mark. You need to stop. It’s over.”

Even now, as we stood several yards from the main crowd gathered around the finish line, I could feel others watching me, and those gazes were anything but pleasant. I hadn't had enough time to tell Sora about last night. I'd merely muttered two sentences describing my encounter with Kane as we'd been preparing for the run. She'd told me then that she'd organize a special meeting to discuss my case. Of course, protesting against it wasn't an option. “I need to find my two friends,” she suddenly said. “Sati and Anika are sophomores. We'll need them. They're the best source of information around here.”

And I won’t hesitate to block him again. I arrived a few minutes earlier than the agreed time, mostly because I wanted to get myself comfortable with the fact that I was meeting up with my ex. And even though he was my past, I couldn’t deny the fact that he had once been my present. While I waited, I ordered a glass of wine and focused my attention on the people around me. Couples leaning in close over shared plates. Friends laughing too loudly at the next table. A man scrolling endlessly on his phone, alone.

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.