روايات وقصص ضمن My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

I whispered. He said nothing. But he held me tighter. I pulled back, just enough to look at him. My eyes traveled up his chest to his mouth...firm, unsmiling, and then to his eyes again. That cool grey still held its edge, but something in them had softened. Just enough to let the truth through. “My bestfriend kissed my ex,” I said finally. "It looked staged, like they'd done it to hurt me." Something flickered in his eyes. “And now she’s telling people I was abusive. Going live. Making up stories. Everyone believes her.”

God forgive me, but I had no choice. My ex-fiancé was about to get married. And not to just anyone… He was marrying my ex–best friend. Yeah, I got double-betrayed in some "buy one, get one free" package deal I didn't even know I'd signed up for. If there were a loyalty program for idiots, I'd already have enough points to cash in for a slap in the face and a one-way ticket straight to rock bottom.

“Now, why are you really here, Victor?” He turned to face her fully, the humour gone from his expression. “Well, we never finished our conversation at the café. But hearing this psycho called, it’s clear we have a bigger problem.” Silence pressed in, thick and heavy. “You shouldn’t be involved,” Salima said finally. “This isn’t your fight.” “Bernard was my best friend,” Victor said quietly, almost painfully. “Roman is like a son to me—that’s if he’s not even mine.”

"What'd he want?" "To talk. Says he messed up." I nodded, but my hands clenched. Jealousy hit sharp. "You gonna meet him?" She stepped close, touching my arm. "No. Why would I?" "Because he's your ex. History." She shook her head. "History's done. He's married to my best friend now.” I uncrossed my arms, pulling her in. But the buzz killed the mood. "Yeah. Okay." I hated that I was jealous.

As if suddenly realizing something, I said, “Are you jealous? “It was just some friendly banter between good friends. It’s all just a joke. Don’t take it seriously. “The relationship between me and Cassy is exactly the same as the one between you and Yohan.” Sophie’s chest heaved violently. Her face was painted with a mix of shock and disbelief. “What do you mean ‘good friends’? She’s a woman!” She practically growled the words through clenched teeth. Her voice echoed through the private room. Looking at the face I had loved for seven years, I could not help but laugh at myself.

I reached for my lip dramatically, placing a finger on it and pretending to think, then I turned to his smirking face. “Yes, yes, they flock together.” I concluded and he nodded, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “I deserve that, I mean, that bastard was my best friend for many years.” He started the engine. “But, you should think about it, it could be the only way to get him to leave you the fuck alone.” I didn't say anything in response, I only stared out the window, already deciding within me that I wasn't going to let myself fall into another trap.

I knew apologizing won't work. "What do you want?" He spoke with a spark of anger in his tone. "I just wanted to see how you were doing." "Should I say I'm fine? I'm okay? I'm doing just great? By the way, why would you come so far to see me? What now, Harry isn't doing great at that spot. MY SPOT." He chuckles and continues. My chest tightens at his words. The guilt inside of me grows more. "I keep forgetting you're no longer mine. You're with my Ex best friend now. He must be having a good time with you since I'm no longer around."

I felt a yearning to build a home with him. I wanted to give my ex another chance. Simply put, I wanted to enjoy the time I had left before my terminal illness took over. I wanted to be loved genuinely, not deceived repeatedly. Tears streamed down my face, and I had to close my eyes to stem them. The past was haunting me. First, my best friend had slept with my ex-boyfriend, then my second best friend had tried to sabotage my career because she couldn't match my success. Jake had ruined my life, and now he was begging for another chance.

“Yeah, got it done, I think I’ll get a good grade. You?” “Same, it wasn’t a walk in the park though. Hey, wait I’ll catch up with you later, I spot Lacey I want to go talk with her.” Do I think it’s weird that my ex has a thing for my bestie? No, not really of course not, I mean I have the hots for his dad and then some. I swear, however, if Dylan found out, he’d probably not stay friends with me.