Moving Into My Ex House Novels & Stories

“Besides, I was already planning to move out of my father's house before the whole marriage thing. So I follow my plan, buy an apartment and you come live with me. " Then we need to find a place," he sighed contentedly. “Preferably a place that has no animal restrictions.” " Does that mean you're taking this thing? " I grimaced. " What do you expect me to do? Rent my dog too? " He stared at me with a not-so-friendly expression. Well, he's right, I would never ask him to abandon the poor thing. But I'll have to live every day with her chasing me! " Why don't you give her back to your ex? " I suggested, "Didn't you say it was hers?”

"I was hesitant because I didn’t want to drag her into anything far from home and her. But she told me she'd rather know what I'm doing than have me be in debt and worried, thanks man I appreciate." I smirked. "Sounds familiar." Richard chuckled. "Yeah. Looks like we both have strong-willed women in our lives." I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, showing him pictures of the house I was planning for them. His eyes widened. "You serious?" "Yeah," I said. "When Mom gets discharged, I want her, you, and Nora to move in. Fresh start. Safer place." Richard exhaled. "Damn, Alex. I don’t even know what to say."

"What do you mean? We’re married. Doesn’t it make sense that we live together? Wouldn’t that be the perfect evidence instead of living apart?" She fumbled for words, dropping her gaze. "But still, you can’t just ask me to move in tomorrow!" "You can plan with Fedrick," I said coolly. "Purchase everything to make it look like you've been living here for a long time." I grabbed my phone, picking up my BMW keys as I headed for the door. Fedrick was still in the car. "Handle all talk about yesterday," I instructed as I slid into the driver’s seat. "Yes, sir."

He grabbed the divorce slip on the table and tore it in two, heaving a sigh of relief. “The bank will come to claim the house before the end of the week. We should move into our new place as soon as we can.” “Excuse me?” I interjected. “You must have forgotten something. The ‘new place’ doesn’t belong to us. You’re only going there to squat as a temporary resident, Mr Sinclair. Keep that in mind.”

"I don't know. Maybe, a year? I have someone clean it regularly though and I come to check on it sometimes." I can never understand people with money. He has two houses he cleans and takes care of regularly? "When did you buy this house? Hell, why did you buy it if you weren't going to live in it?" I ask him, walking further into the room. The desk looks new and polished. I wonder if it's just not used or if it was replaced. "I bought it when my ex and I thought of moving in together. She never got to see the house." I turn around to look at him and he gives me a sad smile. "I'm sorry about your ex."

The house is bigger and if things go well, it might be our family home. I am not going to give up on Ella or my marriage. I am willing to do all that I can to make sure that things work out and that we make our marriage work. I am glad to say that my offer has been accepted and that I will be moving in very soon. I was not going to take no for an answer on the property. I just haven't told Ella about it. I don't know how she is going to react knowing that I will be leaving ten minutes away from her house.

she replied. "No," I shook my head, surveying the wreckage around me. "This house is dirty. I'm not living here anymore." The next day, I contacted the real estate agency and listed the apartment for sale. Though it was a rush sale, the prime location made it easy to sell. With the proceeds and my savings from the past few years, I bought a larger duplex—closer to the office, with better security. On moving day, my mother-in-law blocked the entrance to the complex, kneeling on the ground and begging me to sign a letter of forgiveness, claiming Richard had been mistreated inside.

There is no way he will know where we are at. Besides, I saw a patrol car in this neighborhood, and there is no way that your ex-husband will be able to find us. I hope you’re right, Shane says to me. Besides, I cannot wait until this house is in Escrow. Then, we can christen practically every room in the house. You are such a horn dog, I reply. Only for you, my dear, only for you.

The expiration date on her. She hugged them to her chest, because what else could she hold? It’s really over,” she whispered to no one. Just three months left. He hates me enough to wrap my eviction in gold and call it a birthday present. The tears came again. She didn’t let them fall. She dragged her sleeve across her face, stood on legs that didn’t feel like hers, and climbed the stairs. One step. Then another. Up, always up, to the room where she slept alone.

"Sorry. I won't do it again. Promise" "Good. Now starting a law firm from the ground up requires hard work. It'll take a lot of my time and we'll rarely see each other but when we do, I promise you'll have all of my attention" "Or I can move in" "What?" "I can move in. That way, I'll always be here" He tried to come up with an excuse. Anything to get rid of the panic bubbling inside him. "This is not my house. I still haven't found something suitable and I can't let you move in only to make you do it again."