Texts From My Ex Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. If your mother hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you.” He hums, pretending to think, and then he says with a sarcastic tone, “Such a good little wife.” I glare at him. “Ex-wife.” “Not yet.” His voice is smug, and I hate the way it sends a shiver down my spine. “We still have time before the paperwork is finalized.” “Not in any way that matters,” I snap. “Now, just give me the damn documents so I can leave.” Alex sighs dramatically. “You used to be much more pleasant. What happened?”

I muttered. My ex wife was making me lose my mind.

He had been scrolling his phone, quiet in a distracted way, not peaceful. I was talking about something small. A class joke. A complaint. I can’t remember. What I remember is his sigh. Deep. Heavy. Like someone reopening a door they hoped would stay locked. “Benita texted me today,” he said. My heart paused back then. Benita. His ex. “Oh,” I’d replied, pretending calm. “She wants to see me,” he added. “To talk.” That was when I felt it. That wrongness. “What about?” I asked.

Even without me looking, I was sure she raised her eyebrows in my direction, even pausing what she was watching. "What?" I muttered, a little awkward to have this kind of conversation with her. My eyes snapped towards our side, her phone beeping. Storm 😊 My heart ached a little at the sight of the name who texted her. I don't even remember the last time we exchanged messages. I know him and Zanaya are almost the best of friends. And who am I? His ex. Just his ex. My eyes closed for a moment, all the pain I had kept for so long suddenly coming back to me.

I saw at first, and my face scrunched up, puzzled. What did that even mean? He sent a whole bunch of other messages, just exclaiming and sounding full of regrets. It pissed me off. One then came in as I held the phone in real time. “Its been so long. I think I miss you. I've been thinking about you since you came over and honestly, I don't know how Sierra managed to deceive me into divorcing you. That's really…shocking, post clarity.” My hands moved faster than I thought, and I sent a message across. When it was sent, I panicked and dropped the phone, my heart beating fast as if I had dropped a risky text when it was nothing. It was just hard to understand that you are texting with your ex h

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.

I took the paper. "Alan Thorold Blackwood?" I raised a brow. "What, did his parents raid a medieval grave for name ideas?" She smiled and shook her head at my ridiculousness. I fiddled with the paper. "Was he your coitus partner?" Her jaw dropped. "What?" I burst out laughing, and she glared at me. "He’s my ex, and he’s being an ass." My ribs squeezed tight, and I suddenly felt unkind thoughts toward this Alan person.

No one dared to say a word, they didn’t want to get on my bad side shd they better not. My ex husband Tristian didn't come to work that morning and for the first time , his office was empty and had this feeling of emptiness lurking around it . The weird character that he displayed yesterday made it creepier but why should I care about it? As I went through my files that day , I noticed that I had a lot of stuff that I hadn’t gone through and most were from the company on my part . Before I could totally drown myself with the work , a text from Alex came through , he was telling me to put up a brave day at work .

Hear me out please! I couldn’t believe my eyes, there no way Alexa was cheating on me. The texter stated in his message that he would do anything to win her back, which only mean one thing, it was in the past. Alexa never told be about any ex or even that they still kept in touch and communicate with each other, I didn’t know if I was supposed to be worried about anything or not. I decided to just concentrate on the football and leave whatever it is for later, she definitely would have an explanation for that or maybe, it could even be a wrong message.