Returning Ex Novels & Stories

the caller greeted. "Good evening, what's your name and where are you calling from? "Would you give someone a second chance after they blew you up before?" Usually, people would answer my opening remark before asking theirs or maybe this guy caller seemed to be in a rush to get answers except his voice was so relaxed and chilled. "Depends on the previous encounter. If we were dating and then broke up, I am not one to engage in Ex come back but if we weren't, it then depends if the blow-up can be salvaged. If so, then I see no problem with that"

I replied with furrowed face " I come here to return your things you left behind because you took off running"he said with grinned teeth looking at me . Looking down I see a purple gift bag next to him . He was really here to return my things to me even though I ran from him . I felt my heart beat a little bit fast at the thought. " I mean unless you don't want them .... " he said on a smug tone . I rolled my eyes at him

He said and I bobbed my head. “So, shall we proceed?” I asked and he nodded a response. “Let's go over your report again. So you said you recently bought a private property in Malibu but found out that the person who sold it to you wasn't entitled to do so, and so you want a refund which he has denied you, is that correct?” I asked and he bobbed his head. “That's correct, Ms. Brookwood.” "Can I ask the reason behind your purchase?" I asked while staring intently at him.

Perfect. A buzz from Jessica's phone unveils the amazing news to her. As she relays the news back to the diary, she bounces in excitement. Jake Harrison, her gross boss (the same man who made her job a living nightmare), has not only been fired but arrested for embezzlement.

ringtone broke through the silence, cutting not only my words, but whatever had been permeating between us. I pulled back to retrieve it, a little confused when Irea's name flashed on the screen. She only called when it was urgent. “It's Irea,” I said, then answered it, placing the phone to my ear, “What's wrong?” “Good evening, ma'am.” “Yes?” “There's been a problem, ma'am.” “I figured. What's wrong?” “Some of the materials delivered are defective, ma’am… and the entire Chicago showroom project might be shut down if we don’t fix this immediately”

"Can you get back to the office?" I frowned. "Now?" "Yes." "What happened?" There was a long pause. Then she spoke quietly. "Abe's resigned." My heart skipped. "What?" "He handed in his resignation less than ten minutes ago." I froze. "He said he didn't want to be the reason this project—or your life—became any more complicated." I couldn't find my voice. Sarah continued. "And before he left..." "...he gave me something." "What?" "He asked me to give it to you."

"The faster we close this, the faster we all get our bonuses. And I know you could use the extra cushion for Jaden’s school, right?" It was a veiled threat. Sign the papers, or I’ll take away your stability. "Of course," I said, turning to my screen. "I’ll have it for you soon." As soon as he walked away, I felt a vibration in my pocket. A text from Leo. Leo: He’s watching the internal server. Don't open the real ledger from your desk. I’ve set up a ghost drive for you. Access code: 0412. April 12th. The day Jaden was born.

I could feel the weight of our conversation hanging heavy in the air, and I knew there were things that needed to be said. "I... I want to return everything you got for me," I blurted out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't need your pity, Martins." Martins sighed, his expression softening with understanding. "Carina, I didn't mean it that way," he said gently, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I wasn't trying to pity you. I just wanted to... to be there for you, as a friend."

“I heard you left the country, when did you return?” “I've been around.”. She responded half-heartedly, her eyes still glued on me. “Do you want to go out sometime for coffee? I have spare time on my hand if you're interested.” Since the incident, I had not told anyone of my shortcomings. For reasons I could not explain, I felt comfortable wanting to spill out my guts to my ex. “If you don't mind, can we grab that coffee now?” From a few sips of coffee, I ended up telling her of the bankruptcy my company was facing and also about Anna.

“What do you mean?” I asked Damien, stopping myself from falling back into thoughts of Eric. “You don't really have a choice,” he started, holding up a document I hadn’t noticed before. “I took permission from Mr. Callahan.” If I’d been drinking anything, I would have choked. “You took permission to stalk my ex?” He gave me a look like I was being dramatic. “Correction—our exes. And it’s not stalking if it’s for work.” I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or annoyed. On one hand, it wasn’t something worse—like some new twist involving Eric. On the other hand, it meant I’d have to confront reality. And that reality was Eric.