Moving Into My Ex House Novels & Stories

he said, seeing her notes. [Yes, I'm going to buy several things I need.] "Do you want me to come along?" [Caroline will accompany me.] "Ah... well, in that case, have a lot of fun, and be careful because we don't know how your ex will react." [I know, although knowing him, he's probably busy packing his things from that apartment to go live in that house with Sophia.] "What house?" [The one that was supposed to be ours as newlyweds... but when we were about to move in, he said he preferred to take me to that apartment.]

My Grandad’s will was still missing and I just knew Peter had something to do with it. I climbed into the car beside him, leaning my head back against the seat. “Progress on the new house?” Mark cracked a smile. “Found the perfect one. Everything’s in motion. Movers will be in next week.” “Good.” I let out a tired breath. “Because I’m done with living out of cardboard boxes.”

he said and hug me, "anyways I need your number, I'm going to get busy because of the company, and I need to take care of the divorce paper, also need to find a new home, because the house I'm staying in before is the house of Claymon, and I said I don't want it, or should I make a private room in my office? Just like what Claymon did in his office? Hmm, that's a good idea" I said without thinking that Harreld is getting annoyed again,

Jeannie had agreed to meet him at the park. It was always somewhere other than the house. Never the house. Since the divorce, he had never crossed the threshold of what was now his ex-wife's home. He doubted it had changed much, since it was the same house they lived in while married. Still, it was sad that he was no longer welcome in a house for which he was technically still paying. He just shook his head as he stepped out of his truck and into the April sunshine. No sense in drudging up my financial loss and her gain.

“She's... coping.” “You told her to move in with you?” Enzo asks with a quizzical look. “I already sold my house and the apartment. She's not going back to her old place.” “Where will you stay?” “I'm meeting with a realtor first thing.” “You're buying a new property here?” “Two-bed, two floors, grassy yard, small pool.” I put on a smile. I'm not excited to move into that house. But it doesn't have a bad history. It's in a peaceful neighborhood, too.

“I’m planning to make sure nobody’s burying me before I’m forty.” His expression shifts, just slightly. “Fair,” he concedes. “And I’m not leaving Mara with problems to clean up if something goes wrong,” I add, the thought sitting heavy in my chest. Jax exhales slowly. “Alright. That I get,” he says. We stand there in silence for a second before he pushes off the door frame. “You thinking about moving out of the old house?” “I already am,” I tell him. “Yeah?” he asks, his eyebrows jumping.

She was facing him at this point and his excitement seemed to parallel hers. This can’t be real. “WE bought a house and it’s ours. I know you’re tired of moving. I know the location isn’t ideal for you but, I talked to the board and got a permanent spot wi-’’ It was all she could do but kiss him. For a moment she thought she could even taste the salt and tequila on his lips from years ago. “How did you do this without me knowing Robert?” she laughed breathless. “It was a lot of late nights and a ton of help from your realtor friend Becca. I hope you aren’t mad that you didn’t pick it.” His forehead lines showed genuine concern.

“You can’t give me your best in bed. And you’re making me worry about you.” I pulled a face at him. “So, are you saying you are concerned about me, Kaiser?” He was normally a very cold person towards everyone, but since I officially moved in, he had been giving me special treatment. I guessed ‌he had wanted me to move in because he didn’t like the fact I was living on my ex’s property. I had explained that I had no contact ‌with my ex and that he was working in Thailand. To prove it further, I handed him my personal phone, but he just pushed it back towards me.

“Selective amnesia, Max? Should I remind you of all the things you did?” He flinched. Good. I took a deep breath, letting my next words slice through him like claws. “One last thing—I’m selling that house. You and Grace better move out ASAP, or I’ll call the cops.” Max’s mouth fell open. “You’re selling the house? I don’t agree! That’s our marital home—where am I supposed to live?” I blinked. “And that’s my problem... why?” I cocked my head, watching his panic build. “You’re nothing but a stranger to me now. I suggest you act like one and move out before I really do call the police.”

Emily sat on the couch, the empty ice cream tub resting in her lap. Adrian’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact—as if his decision had already been made. “I’ve prepared a residence for us in Westwood District. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone help you move.” Emily’s grip tightened slightly around the spoon. Move? She had assumed they would maintain their own spaces, separate lives. Even though their marriage was on paper, it already felt like she owed him too much.