Texts From My Ex Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said frustratedly. “It’s okay, Paul. Looks like Audrey had a really good time with the kids,” said Liana. “I did! So don’t get all gloomy on me. It was a good day!” said Audrey, trying to cheer me up. My ex-girlfriend, who I was with for some time, started texting me again. We had our differences and decided to go our separate ways. It has been months since, and I’m not quite sure why she would suddenly text and would want me to spend more time with the kids.

I wait for when it finally comes through. *I know you blocked me everywhere and changed your number because of me. But please don’t be mad at Silver—I got your new number from her. We can still be friends, even if we aren’t together anymore. I really need to talk to you. Love you always, TJ.* Tobias James and Nathaniel Collins. Both of my exes are sliding into my texts on the same day. I don’t know what the fuck they want— and I don’t care to know.

“I just went to feel the water.” I was completely broken. Why did that hurt so much? I don’t have any more feelings for him, right? He is my ex and a cheat. Alina, you can not let him get to you. I told myself repeatedly, only to burst at crying the next second. Why did it hurt? How could he say that about me? A nobody? Me? Six years ago, I was his girlfriend, the love of his life, his princess, and today I’m no one.

I just finished my exams so I’m back fully. Thanks for your patience amd support. Xoxo - Jade.

Annoying woman. Brilliant, infuriating, necessary woman. I ran my hand down my face, exhaled, and walked back into my office. But the moment I sat, my phone buzzed. It was a simple text from her. “You better not change your mind by morning. I already accepted the job.” I smirked as I typed into my phone.“You’re stuck with me now,” I replied. Her typing bubbles popped up instantly. “Good.” I stared at that one word way longer than I should have.

A silent laugh slipped out. My shoulders shook as the resentment I'd been carrying finally started to melt. Just like I'd expected. People like Tyler always get destroyed by people just like them. At eleven that night, Tyler texted me from another new number. This time, he sent dozens of screenshots. Our chats from the past eight years. Monthly transfers I'd sent him, all labeled: [Living expenses for my babe.] Records of me crossing half the city late at night because he wanted a snack. Countless conversations where he'd iced me out, and I'd swallowed my pride to text:

“Do you think wolves weren’t mocking this family because Roman dated you? A weak girl with no proper wolf?” The familiar pain settled heavily inside my chest again. I stood up slowly. “I’m not discussing this.” “You should discuss your future instead,” she replied harshly. “Because no powerful wolf will ever want you now.” I walked away before she could continue. If I stayed there longer, I would cry again. And I was tired of crying. Completely tired. I entered my room and immediately froze after spotting a strangely printed envelope sitting on my bed. Confused, I picked it up carefully.

My phone buzzed and a text from Lily popped up on my screen. ["Aubree! Guess what? I got accepted into veterinary school! They gave me a scholarship! I can't believe it! Thank you for everything. I love you so much ❤️❤️❤️"] I stared at the message until my vision blurred with tears. She was alive, and she was healthy, not just healthy, but she was going to be a veterinarian just like she dreamed. I pressed my hand against my chest where it hurt. This was why I was here, it was just the remaining six months for the contract to end, and I would start afresh and forget about it all.

I missed her, I missed holding her in my arms, I missed singing for her, I missed everything we used to do together. “Just give me time and I will make sure you reunite with her, not as a stranger but as her mother,” Calix reassured me. “Thank you,” I said without looking away from my daughter. “After everything is okay and back to normal, what relationship would we share?” Calix asked the question I had asked myself and I didn’t have an answer to. “I……..” “You don’t have to answer now,” Calix said, his eyes avoiding mine, “Take your time.”

"Heron.. Where are you? I miss you.. Those were the longing cries I kept screaming out in my dreams nine years ago. And I started having those odd yet familiar dreams after you harshly confronted me during our first meeting. On the day after I got discharged from the hospital, you confronted me in an unexpected way. That was our first meeting in more than a month but you were really cold. Chris and Ken were right when they had warned me that I wouldn't need to waste my time preparing warm words to express my gratitude to you because you were not interested in pleasantries. But I was stubborn. The night before that day, I kept practicing what I wanted to tell you. Knowing that you were the on