Moving Into My Ex House Novels & Stories

Alexander We moved into a new home together, leaving the mansion behind for something considerably smaller and far less burdened by everything that had happened within its walls. This house felt different the moment we walked through the door for the first time, quieter in a way that had nothing to do with square footage and everything to do with the absence of the history that had followed us everywhere else. "I want to leave the life," I told Elara one evening, the two of us sitting together in the living room while Michael played on the floor nearby.

Or was she seeing things? "Fine. If you don't feel like eating, let's talk about where we go from here. I want you to move in as soon as possible. Today if you can do it" "Move in where? To your apartment?" "No. The house. It's done. I hired an interior designer but if you don't like anything, feel free to change it. Once you've settled down, we'll hold a housewarming party. My mother is this close to breaking into it because I wouldn't let her see it"

“Carmela is way different from you, pumpkin. And it was too late when I found out about that. ------------- The drive towards my ex-husband's house was smooth. This was the first time I had come to Calcifer’s house. The house that we had lived before was already sold by me and using the money, I bought another smaller house that would suffice me, Liam, Hawk, and Ynes. Cali’s house right now was enormous, but this felt sad. The presence of children in the house would totally change everything.

I let out when I arrived at his apartment, only to remember that he had moved out and was living in the house we bought together. It made me angry thinking about him living there with Violet instead of putting it up for sale. Now that they have broken up, I hope he puts it up for sale soon, or better yet pay me back my half of what we paid for the house. I got into my car again and drove to the house that should have been our home. I was intentional about looking for a house to buy, and I picked a calm neighborhood far from all the noise of the busy part of the city.

In a few seconds, his expression changes so much that a chill runs down my spine—it's all too familiar. "Today, you'll pack everything you need, and you and my son will move in with me." His voice grates like metal, and his gaze pins me to the chair. "The renovations on the house will be finished in a week, but I'll tell the workers to hurry. From this day on, your ex-husband will never come near Sam again." My pulse races and a sickening metallic taste gathers in my mouth. A stranger is sitting opposite me again and I have no idea how to deal with him.

I subconsciously gaze outside from the car, my mind is filled with different thoughts. In Just two days, my life changed, taking a worse turn. My career is going down the drain and I've just accepted to be remarried to my Ex-Husband who has cost me so much pain in the past. The thoughts of the whole marriage irked me, and I felt uncomfortable about it.

, He rambled on and on and all I really wanted to do was to jab my thumbs into his eye sockets. I nodded politely though and let my mother lead him into the living room. After their departure, I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a smoothie out of the refrigerator and perched on a stool at the island. I scrolled mindlessly through my phone: social media feeds, unanswered texts from last night’s haze and a few memes from Mia that made me snort despite myself. Time blurred as I took my smoothie, but in the background, I could hear the muffled sounds of movers, Jason’s team, apparently hauling boxes and furniture out of our modest house. Yes we are going to start living with the new man, my mum

Or sucked. I put my arms around his neck. "Okay, I feel better about it now. I'm thinking about renting my condo out. I mean, if I'm going to stay here...." "You're going to stay here, and you can sell or rent it. It's yours from your asshole ex to do with as you please." I laughed. "Maybe I will sell it. It has been sitting empty." I hesitated. "I'm wondering since it's in Florida, if we might not want to go down there in the winter sometimes?"

I asked the person driving. “They will be moved within the day. Your lease would be canceled too.” He said monotonously. I swallowed the lump in my throat, thinking of how empty the place I used to call my home would be now. As I stepped back inside the car, I looked longingly at the faraway window of my apartment. My entire life was now gone, upended into something new. The silence rang loudly as I drove back to Rael's mansion, my home for the next three months.

Then he opened his mouth to speak again. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said. His voice was professional again. "Your things will be moved from your apartment to the mansion tomorrow. The penthouse is still yours. You can visit it anytime. But I advise you to go there less often. We are married now. We do not want to raise any suspicion." I sighed and looked away. "Yes. Alright." I leaned my head against the cool, tinted window. I watched the city lights blur as we drove. It felt like my old life was disappearing.