My Ex Ruined My Life Novels & Stories

I fell forward onto my knees, my chest heaving in ragged, choking gasps, burying my face in my trembling hands as dry, hollow sobs tore out of my throat. She's gone. She wasn't coming back. There was no magic reunion, no forgiveness, and no miracle to save me from the wreckage I had made of my own life. Rosemarie was in the arms of a stronger Alpha, Leo was smiling under another man's roof, and I was kneeling on the floor of a filthy motel like a discarded beggar. I slowly lifted my head, staring at the shattered plastic pieces on the floor. The self-pity and the tears began to burn away, replaced by a desperate survival instinct.

I knew that she hated me right now not only had I made her words come true but I still ended things with her brother after acting like I felt something for him. I dropped my phone on the stand beside me as I picked up the water bottle that was beside me as I walked to the window. Right there I could view the whole city. Living in an apartment outside school was the best I could do for myself. The first time I got admission I knew that I stayed in the school dormitories and it was one of those many nights that I ran into him. Callum , the abusive ex husband that ruined my life. It still feels weird how I haven’t thought about him, the stupid ex husband that I hated with passion, the one man t

He knew that the mistake he made back then could never be undone and that he had lost me forever. Jake watched from the side, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. He looked at William, a man who once stood proud and confident. At the moment, he looked like a child who had done something unforgivable and was drowning in regret. Jake tried to ease the tension. “Emma, I know you hate him. But these past few years, he’s really suffered. You know that, right?” He continued, trying to describe William’s miserable life. “He lives every day in regret and self-blame. He ran the company into chaos.

Ava stared blankly at the wall, her mind numb from the shock. Just hours ago, she and Ethan were sitting on this very couch, laughing and chatting like normal. But now, everything was different. Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I think we need to break up." Ava couldn't understand why. They had been together for three years, and everything seemed fine. Sure, there were moments of tension, but what couple didn't have those? Ava thought they were happy, or at least, she thought they were working towards happiness.

“Babe, what happened? Are you okay?” She laughed. It was a bitter, ugly sound that made my stomach twist. “Okay? You’re asking me if I’m okay?” She swayed a little, catching herself on the wall. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, but the anger in them was sharp. “You ruined my life, Liam. You and your fucking ex. You got her pregnant while I was here waiting for you to even look at me. While I was touching myself at night because you were ‘too tired.’”

I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's cancer treatments. I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone. I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal, masked as a wife. I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even know who he was fucking in the dark. The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing. I reached for my phone on the

I paused and took a shaky breath; the images of Lauren’s efforts ran in front of my eyes. “She took care of me, my family, my moods, my business…… she took care of everything for no reason….. a…. at one point, I felt that we could work on our marriage, but then my ex, who broke up with me after my accident, came back, crippled after an accident after three years. She…… she, once did something very important to me, and I owed that to her. So….. so to help her, I…. I made the most ridiculous mistake.” I didn’t know why I told him everything, but I wanted to ease this stuffiness in my chest. I don’t care what he would think about me after hearing this, but I needed to vent this out.

“-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?” I froze, surprised by how much this man knew about me. “Uh-” I stopped, unable to come up with any words. He rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, “I was a fan..” he trailed off uneasiness evident on his face. When I was in college and after college, I was a model for a fashion collection. I was really social until- Jarrod found out I was pregnant with Cameron's child and my reputation was ruined. That was the only thing I did in my marriage asides look pretty and sexy.

He had been a heavy smoker, and it had ruined his voice. "No one will ever want you. You're broken. You're mine." I blinked hard, forcing the memories back into the internal vault I'd spent years building. He was dead. I was free. At least, I was supposed to be. But what if...what if even in his death, I would never be free from him? I swallowed hard, angry tears pricking my eyes. That bastard had ruined my life more than enough. A loud crash echoed from the living room, and I froze, half-dressed, my heart lurching in my chest. And suddenly the window shattered.

I’ve ruined my life. Oh God, what have I done?