Texts From My Ex Novels & Stories

I said softly, rubbing her back. She took a shaky breath, spoon in hand. “It was so sudden. We were fine—or I thought we were. He came home from work and said he needed to talk. Said he’d been feeling ‘distant’ for weeks, like we were growing apart. But that’s bullshit, Rae. I found out from a mutual friend—he’s been texting his ex. The one he swore was over!”

“Jana and I… Jana was my ex.” Amelia’s fingers stilled on her glass. She blinked once, then again, like she wasn’t sure she’d heard me right. “Your ex,” she whispered. I nodded. My throat felt dry. “Yes. She was… we were together for about 3 years or more. It wasn't until everything changed. My father’s company failed, and Jana left me when I needed her the most. She didn’t just leave, she broke me in a way I can’t even put into words right now.”

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.’

Alex’s POV I felt every hair on my body stand. Suddenly the wound felt numb on my face and my fingers froze above my screen. Should I text back? What the fuck do I even say to this? Is she messing with me? She obviously is, cause why else would she be texting me… her ex husband. Hey baby, I missed you… I stared at the message sent to me by Kali, my ex wife. It’s been years, exactly three years since our divorce. We broke up on a very bad note and that explains why we’ve been no contact till now.

She seemed to be having fun. “Hi, I'd like a full cream coffee, please.” I overheard a customer say at the other end of the phone. “Congratulations, my girl! Let's talk later” She ended the call. This was the best news I have heard in a while. Jake was my ex-boyfriend. We dated for six months, I never had sex with him even though he kept trying to have sex with me. **Flashback to the previous year** I needed some documents for my graduation in college so I returned home. I met my mother gambling with Jake. I knew my mother gambled, but my boyfriend gambling with my mother??

My ex sent them to me, which means he knows where I live. The last time we spoke to each other was when I moved from my old house to this apartment; he was obsessed with getting back together, and I told him I didn't want to see him again. He was manipulative and temperamental, jealous of his own shadow, and he was a compulsive liar. I have too many insecurities, and dealing with his own ones was too much. The card reads "You will always be in my heart."

His back hunches over and his breathing is wild, all of it coming from his mouth and not his nose like it should in proper form. "Who?" I slow my pace further, not only to tell him the full story, but so Crispin can catch his breath and not pass out on the sidewalk. "My ex. He's sending me text messages and pictures." I'd left those details out the day I'd told him about my history with Ben. "Pictures of what?" Crispin asks in one complete sentence, getting control over his breathing.

I haven't been able to really comprehend anything they were talking about yet, but I sure know Liam had been getting involved with his Ex, the reason for his sudden change of attitude. I bit on my lower lip, my eyes getting stung with tears, and a heavy stone settled on my chest.

The way he also looked at me like I was something he used to love… and now couldn’t stand. Shit. Resse exhales slowly. “I mean… You did say your stepbrother’s name is Evan.” I stop pacing. “Yeah,” I admit. “And that’s your ex’s name.” “I know that.” “And you just ran into your ex… here. Tonight, out of nowhere.” I glare at him. “What are you trying to say?” “I’m saying,” Resse shrugs, “it’s either the worst coincidence in history or it’s exactly what it looks like.”

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