Moving Into My Ex House Novels & Stories

“Nice.” I turned away, ready to end the conversation, when he added casually, “Good. Since I don’t have a house in this pack and I’ve been hopping from hotel to hotel… I guess I’ll move into the Cross Family House too.” My jaw dropped. My eyes flew wide. “What?”

That relieved me, and I told her, "Alright. I will be home soon. I have already closed from work, but I took so long to wrap up. You know today is Monday, and I had a busy work schedule." "I understand, babe. You don't need to explain all that to me. I will be expecting you at home, honey. Take care." The phone call ended, and I stood rooted in one spot in my office, holding my black briefcase. I hadn't expected my day to be this hectic. Meeting Amaka Richard and still feeling strongly attracted to her, and now Nina moving into my mansion to live with me. *How do I fix this mess?* I acquired that mansion last year and moved in early this year. But I still visit home during weekdays to bond w

Tracy asked, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. “Don't ruin the mood right now,” I sighed softly. “I told her to be completely moved out before I get back this evening.” “Leo and I are moving into the estate today, correct?” Tracy pressed, and I nodded my head in agreement. She had been pushing to move in days ago, but I couldn't risk having both women living under the exact same roof. I ordered Elena to leave the property specifically because I wanted Tracy and my son to finally settle into their rightful home with me. Plus, I was completely tired of living out of a hotel suite.

Like she hadn’t just said something she believed. "Nothing." A small pause. Then, quieter, controlled again. "I’ll be fine. "Goodbye, Nate." She said with a smile. "Monday, Ms. Mercer." He said it lightly, like a joke between them. She shook her head and walked into the structure. The drive out of the city was slower than she wanted. Window cracked two inches. At least it was doing a good job of aiding her movement, she couldn't complain. She felt, for the first time since she'd walked into that office, something close to settled. Not happy. Not relieved. Just settled. Like a decision had been made and the making of it was done.

he said, making me laugh. But then my smile faded. “Is this where you lived with your ex-wife?” I asked, feeling a little uneasy. The thought that I’d just climaxed in the same bed that once belonged to Ella left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Definitely not,” he replied, to my relief. “After Ella left me, I couldn’t stay in the house we shared for long. Every corner reminded me of her, and it was just… draining. So I moved,” he added.

He looks just like me. "Let's go. Find how to stay next door to Belinda Morris. Make them an offer on that house that they cannot refuse. I want to be in that house by next week. I do not want her to know that somebody else has moved in. So we will have to do it when she is at work. You can help the people move out during the day. And we can move in as soon as they are out. This must happen when Belinda is at work," I order my secretary. I ask a lot, but I know what they can do. I know that they cannot arrange everything as I want it. "The neighbors from the left or the right?" My secretary asks.

"And yes, the old hag of a woman he married found out and he's left her, for me. For us I should say, he wants us to move in as soon as possible. You'll love the house, it's huge and there's a beautiful back garden, you'll have a bigger bedroom, not like this crappy little place. He's rich baby, I've finally done it baby, I've landed on my feet." "Hang on, what? When? What's wrong with this place? I love this place, dad loved this place." She ignores that and squeals again, jumping up to stir the pan again. "Dad would want us to be happy and William will make sure that happens. I've already handed in our notice to the landlords, but we're moving this weekend, so don't make any plans." "This

I sigh and I take the key out of the picture and then I get out of the car and I lock it. I entered the elevator on the underground floor and pressed the floor of our apartment. That weekend I would have to completely disassemble everything so that, when the messengers came, Maya would not have touched anything and she would not have strained, but I also had to be careful not to leave boxes around otherwise Axel could have been hurt. I put my hand on my face. I was planning on taking the whole week off so I could take care of the move, so could fix the new house.

"Not always with words. Just... the way he looks at me. The way he breathes heavier when I walk into the room, like I’m taking up space that was supposed to be his." Mark’s jaw tensed slightly, but he didn’t interrupt. He leaned forward just enough to show he was listening, that he was there. "Other times he’s kind. Maybe because he has no choice. We live together. We have to talk, at least to keep up the image. Otherwise everything becomes too stiff. Too obviously broken." Her fingers trembled against the cup. She set it down gently. "We moved here because his family found out he was still seeing his ex. They hoped a new city would mean a fresh start. A way to force him to focus on our marr

Noah's presence in the mansion could provide me with some much-needed distraction, a reprieve from the stress and turmoil that had become my constant companions. I nodded, the corners of my mouth turning up in a slight smile. "That's great, Noah," I said, my tone warm and encouraging. "When do you think you'll be able to move in? Tomorrow?" Noah's face lit up with a combination of excitement and relief. "If it's not too soon, I'd love to move in tomorrow," he said, his voice eager. "I've been staying at my ex-girlfriend's house since I got back into the country, and I'm ready for a change of scenery."