Shout Out For My Ex Novels & Stories

“So, expect an invitation from us. We want you to be there as a family friend. A close one as well.” I don’t respond. I just hang up and grip my phone tightly, fighting the urge to throw it across the room. I don’t think I could be more shocked at my ex if I tried. The gold-digging bastard. ***

“You should get back at them.” The bartender’s voice startled me. I looked up, blinking through the tears. “Like it’s that easy,” I scoffed. “It can be,” he said with a mischievous little smirk. “Just figure out the one thing that’ll hit your ex the hardest.” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” “You’ve been crying non-stop since you got here,” he replied. “Just thought maybe doing something about it would help.”

I’m sorry please! “We are over Roxy! I won’t ever forgive you!” Shane left hurriedly while crying and I left with a shattered heart.

My messed-up condition must be relieving for him. I spent my entire night curled up on the floor, crying over my weakness. It was embarrassing that Xavion’s simple words still had so much effect on me. He was my ex, and his one statement shattered the bounds of my restraint, unleashing the storm buried deep inside me. It took me a long time to recover from it.

“You’‍r⁠e​ walking around like a ghost! I was trying t‌o be there f‌or you‌! Lik​e I u‍s⁠e⁠d to be!” “I don’t w‌ant yo‍u to be‍ t⁠here for me like you‌ used to be!​” I shout⁠ed. Th⁠e sound echoe‌d in the quiet, r‌ainy s​treet. “I don’t want anything f​rom you! I cam⁠e for tea! Th‍at’s i‌t!”

Then he drops the bombshell. “Because your ex-wife is my wife.” Alexander says.

He shouted " Uh-oh. Did you forget already? We are marrying each other for the company. Nothing more and nothing less. Please don't forget that I will continue my life even though we are married. I already forgot that you existed in my life a long time ago" It's hard to express myself right now, for all those years that I felt pain, I didn't share it with anyone, They didn't even know that I am hurting. I kept it all to myself so why he is acting this way? I don't have a plan to get back to him. We're done many years ago.

I brushed my teeth aggressively, like plaque was personally responsible for my heartbreak. From the living room Ivana shouted, “Wear something that says I am competent, not I write poems about betrayal!” “Clothes don’t talk!” I yelled back. “They do when you look like you haven’t processed your ex!” I stepped into the shower and let the water run over me, trying to wash off last night’s humiliation. Why did I point at that poor man? Why did I call him selfish? He didn’t even know me. Unless… What if he thought I was insane?

Isabella laughs, “Sloane will die of laughter when she gets back.” I glare at her, trying not to let the little twitch at the corner of my lips betray the part of me that’s secretly… affected. “Sloane doesn’t need to hear anything about her cousin who happens to be my ex-husband!” “Too late. I already told her yesterday when she called.” I groan and rest my forehead against the table. “You’re the worst.” “And yet, I’m the only one willing to speak the truth while the rest of you dance around it like it’s an open-heart surgery.”

For a few minutes, Alex forgot about the post entirely. This was still her life. This mattered more than anything online. --- By evening, things started to shift. Alex’s phone buzzed again. This time, it was the coalition chat. Beijing had posted a link. “Is this you?” Alex opened it. Her post. Shared somewhere else. Comments multiplying faster now. Rome followed. “I’ve had two people message me asking if Sofia is part of this.” Berlin added, “Same. Someone emailed asking about ‘trial participation.’”