Moving Into My Ex House Novels & Stories

Why do I feel like I won't like this? "Fire away Master." I sit back, placing down my fork. "As you know we are all moving over there right Kitty?" I nod, why do I feel like he is about to say Jackson and Alena are moving in there? I really don't want to live in the same house as them, okay it won't be the same house but still. "As you know Jackson bought a house and they are sorted, very much like ours, two houses, farm and whatnot." I nod, what is he building up to?

she asked. “Not y—” Hayden started. “Tomorrow, I and Beck would move in.” Jared interrupted him flatly. Myla rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation as gave up and sat on the bed. “Hay,” Beck added. “As you can see, you are tiring Myla with our back and forth. We are moving in. I don’t know why you’re dragging this out. Swallow your damn pride and accept help when you need it.” Hayden’s face tightened again. “It’s not necessary.”

I feel another piece of my soul chip away at the sight. My friend. My ex. Is so fucking broken. “Max,” I call as I close the door behind me. There’s no response. As I walk further into the apartment and drop the pizza box onto the coffee table, the extent of the destruction becomes more apparent with every step. We moved into the new house a couple of months ago. Having decided to leave the Alpha floor empty until we both found our mates, Max and I moved into the empty Beta apartment. The others have all taken up residence in their own, and everyone seems happy to be together.

I won't put either of us through that again. I head over to the front door that Austin is standing in front of and together we head to our bikes and go in opposite directions. He is most likely going to check in on his fianc¨¦ and I have a date with my suitcase. It takes me almost forty minutes because of the traffic to get to my house. It's nothing special and I'm not here often, but it's something I bought the moment my ex-wife walked out on me. It's a three-bedroom bungalow with only one bath. It's a big fixer upper but it's home. So far, I'm half done with adding another bathroom and working on the back deck. I've always envisioned myself with a shitload of little ones running around so

“Yeah. I’ll be traveling for a few days, and I’d like you to move in before I leave.” Oh. My heart wants to say yes immediately, but my head is full of questions. Isn’t it a little too soon? I get that he bought the house and, showing it to me last night, with every touch of me woven into it, made it clear that the place was mine. But I didn’t think moving in would happen this quickly. What does moving in even mean? Will I be here alone most of the time? Or will he divide his time between me and...her?

I didn't want to be subjected to the hate and harassment from all of them, and it would be twice as bad for Nancy. I looked at her and said, "This could be very difficult for us, between your parents and your ex. If you think it's bad now, this kind of arrangement would only make it worse for you." She nodded and got sullen. "But," I said as an idea popped up, "What if we were to sell your house and move here, or somewhere around here, but away from where you are now. You're still going to get shit from your ex, but your parents will be more out of the picture. Would that be a problem?"

It didn't make any sense. I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the road ahead. I couldn't let personal feelings get in the way of our arrangement. This was business, after all. But as I pulled into my driveway, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't control. Mama Canda greeted me at the door, her usual warm smile in place. “You left this morning in such a hurry. Is everything okay?” “Someone is moving into the house today,” I replied, handing her my keys. “She will be here soon. Please, make sure everything is ready.”

"They don’t have anywhere else to go." I stare at him. This got to be a joke, right? There’s no way Enzo would let another woman and her child in our house. I wait for him to say he’s only joking… But he didn’t. I’m shaking right now. "You’re letting your ex move into our house?" Enzo shrugs. "It’s just temporary. Don’t start making a big deal out of nothing," he replies. This is nothing to him like Bailey’s feelings, and mine don’t matter.

I breathe and glance at Elias on the sofa, sitting across the room. My legs swinging back and forth on the rocking chair as I bite into the cucumber chunk in my hand. Our voices carry around the almost empty room. All our belongings are being taken to the new house after three months of renovating the place. The memories we made here still burn in my brain even as the familiar scent is already fading away, but I can’t wait to start this new chapter with my babies. I rub my stomach and sigh. My pulse flares. “I’m expanding to Chicago, and I want you to come run the place with me?”

Richard said, turning to me with genuine warmth in his eyes. "Emily tells me you're quite the artist. We have a great studio space upstairs if you'd like to use it once you move in." The words hit me like cold water. Move in. I had been so focused on surviving this breakfast that I had not processed that part yet. Richard kept talking, his voice full of plans and hope. The wedding was in two weeks. Small ceremony, just family and close friends. And after that, Emily and I would be moving into this house. This massive, beautiful house suddenly felt like a trap.