روايات وقصص ضمن My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me

The knob clicked shut behind her as she headed back to her own apartment. Sara turned to me, eyebrows puckered. “Who was that again? Didn’t you tell her you already have a best friend?” “Oh! I made sure of that.” We both chuckled lightly, and for one single moment, I felt lighter. The knots in my chest loosened their grip, just a little.

I've never felt this betrayed, not even when Vera slept with Vito. “I know, and I wanted to tell you,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and desperate. “But he asked me not to. He’s my boss, Zoya. I couldn’t go against him.” “But I’m your best friend!” I shouted, the words echoing harshly in the confined space. “I’m your fucking best friend. You saw me crying last night, and yet you brought me here to waste my time.” I wiped my tears away harshly, the back of my hand stinging against my wet skin.

long—how the fuck did this ex-friend show up? “No, Janet was my ex-best friend in San Francisco. She’d been my best friend till college. A few months ago, I caught her fucking my first boyfriend, Mark. It’s one reason I left San Francisco. I hated her guts, despised her,” she said, her face tight with anger, eyes flashing.

There was no use reminding her old best friend that today was the day she had lost her family. She needed to realize that from the moment she signed the NDA Vanessa had brought, the arrangement had immediately changed to being professional. The last thing she needed was pity from her ex-best friend, who was only willing to help her in exchange for a baby.

I responded as I covered my face with my hands. "It would be too late for that, but you still have the chance to go to Megan and clear things up with her before it is too late. I am sure your ex-fiance and Gael are collaborating to ruin your beautiful relationship, and you should be there for Megan. I could tell she was having a hard time right now, just like you." My best friend declared. "Of course, I will, but not today," I responded, and I was so shocked when he held my wrist and pulled me up from my seat.

“You’re crazy, Kiran.” She winked. “Crazy is better than boring, don’t you think? And honestly, I want this version of you to stay forever. I don’t want the sad, scared Flora back. I like this one better.” I couldn’t help laughing again. She always knew how to pull me out of the darkness. That was why she was my best friend. But deep inside, I was nervous. What if this is too much? What if I make things worse? Still, another part of me whispered: I don’t care anymore.

Ava got up to answer the door, hoping that Lena's presence would distract her from the ache in her heart. As she opened the door, Lena's concerned expression greeted her. "Hey, girl, I heard what happened. Are you okay?" Ava shook her head, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "I don't know, Lena. I just don't understand why he broke up with me." Lena enveloped Ava in a warm hug. "We'll figure it out together, okay? But first, let's get you some tea and sit down." Ava nodded, grateful for her friend's support. As they sat down on the couch, Ava couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the breakup than met the eye.

"What—you want me to change my relationship status on F******k?" I smack my lips and pull back just far enough to swat his shoulder. "No. And you know damn well that's not what I mean." Not that it wouldn't sting. I'm pretty sure wherever Christine's hiding, she's still scrolling through his feed like a stalker. Bet finding out he's my man now would send her into a full-blown meltdown. Good. Karma's a bitch.

Every part of me was screaming that I had just walked away from the one thing I actually wanted and the reasons I kept giving myself were getting thinner every time. But I couldn't. Not yet. Not when everything was this messy and this tangled and this public. He is the rival of my ex boyfriend! The drama this would stir could tear me apart and I wasn’t ready for it at all.

She is the woman you held in your arms. You slept with your best friend’s wife. I kept seeing her face under the morning light, the way the sun had caught her cheeks and the way she had looked at me when I said that I had enjoyed last night. She had called it a mistake and I had told my self that it was just one night. No names and no strings attached. But now there was a name. Mira. And she belonged to someone else. My best friend.