Paano Makipagbalikan Kay Ex Novels & Stories

I said and look at him. "I know, that is why I am here to meet you, I didn't bother you right?" "You never bother me," I said. "Want to chill at the backyard?" I nod my head and we walk to the kitchen to grab some snacks and drinks. We sit at the table in the backyard. Luckily, it's not that cold and it is good to have some chilly air tonight. "So, I heard my sister is going to go back with her 'ex'," I look at him and I can't believe he actually called Lucas as my ex. Well, yeah I know he is but it just feels weird when someone just said he is my ex. I never get back with any of my exes before and this is my first time.

“Bye, Hilda, keep the head, okay?” I nodded even though I knew she couldn't see me. She hung up and I tried to throw myself into work. I spent about an hour reviewing contracts and clauses. And I spent another hour scrolling through I*******m and shopping online. Retail therapy was exactly what I needed, by 2p.m. I had already done massive damage to my bank account. I packed my bags, retouched my makeup and made my way to the private elevator. A lot of my employees were already packing to leave. Thank you, miss Hilda filled the air. I nodded and offered a tight smile to them before scurrying off to the elevator.

I was done with him. I slid into his message and texted. ‘Don't call me again. I have nothing to talk to you about. We are done! And I'll process our divorce papers and send them to your office tomorrow.’

It made me feel something in my stomach, the fact that I was getting closer to getting her back. "I dare you to leak that picture, Haynes Chadwick" I said. With that, I took Sabrina's hand and opened the elevator but she jerked her hands away. I knew it, "getting back with my ex" as she had said was just at the spur of the moment. She just needed something against Haynes. Haynes cleared his throat and got into the elevator with us facing me almost immediately—If only he'd be silent. "So?? So what?? What if you are Luca McCorkindale??" He scoffed and I didn't give a response. I just had my hands tucked in my pocket while I watch him rant.

“Can we please forget about the past and focus on what is ahead of us?” “No, Isabella,” I shook my head, a grin displayed on my face. “To avoid some repeated errors in life, we need to address the past, Isabella. You don't expect me to easily forget such a thing, Isabella. You made me feel unwanted. You made me feel like I don't deserve to be loved or to be someone's husband. From that moment, I regretted divorcing Lyvanne. You gave me the chance to start thinking about her again.”

he asks me, sounding pitiful as if my condition was pathetic. “I guess you could say that I owe you gratitude too for finally letting her go and giving people who truly care about her a chance to have her. She is not coming back, Ethan, not after your scandal with your ex girlfriend and her crazy sister. As a friend, I’ll tell you this for free. Move on, Ethan, because Harper has moved on too.” He told me, smiling. “If you are trying to provoke a reaction out of me, Liam, you are doing a terrible job!” I told him, sitting down comfortably with my tilting to the side to look down on him, sizing him up.

Finally, I step from the water, toss a towel around me, and grab my phone. I see a message from Amanda. “Get home okay?” Amanda asked late last night. I shot her a quick message, telling her I made it home and would be there to pick up Owen at 3 p.m. today. I consider tossing my phone onto the bed before pausing and opening my internet browser. I type “best ways to get over an ex” into the search bar. Several articles pop up, and I click the first one. My eyes skim over the ten points the article lists until I land on the top suggestion:

"I can have a resend prepared in the next ten minutes and follow up directly with the relevant parties to confirm receipt. It won't be ideal but it's recoverable." The senior staff was quiet for a moment. Recalibrating. "Fine," she said finally. The faux respect was gone. Just tired professionalism now. "Do that." She left without another word. The junior staff lingered. She opened her mouth, probably to say thank you, probably to say something that would make this moment more than it needed to be. "You can go," Isla said, not unkindly. She went. Isla was mid-resend when the floor changed.

Sara took my hand, squeezing it. “Someone’s here to see you,” she said, her cheeks flushing pink. My heart jolted. For one wild second I hoped it was Alex. I had fallen asleep every night thinking about him… his voice, his steady hands, the way he had looked at me like I mattered. But Sara’s blush told me it wasn’t him. “Who?” I asked. “Bruno,” she said, biting her lip. “My ex from college. We reconnected.” I stared at her. “Bruno? And you didn’t tell me?”