Texts From My Ex Novels & Stories

“This is not funny.” “At least now you will stop crying over that useless ex you keep defending in your head.” “I am not crying over him.” “You were.” “I was reflecting.” “You were romanticizing nonsense.” I exhaled slowly, still staring at the screen. Monday. Blackthorne Company. Sir Charles. And the other one. The calm one. Ivana nudged me. “Why do you look scared and excited at the same time?” “I am not excited.” “You are.” I threw her a look.

Why was I even thinking of calling him when he obviously wouldn't pick? Why couldn't I just stick to myself and let go of all the assumptions and strong belief that he would become the better version of himself that he used to be?? I could hear Valerie shouting my name from downstairs but I ignored, my eyes still lingering on the door. If the door could talk, it'd have been suspecting me as a criminal. She texted me,”A big surprise is here. Hurry now" I didn't feel excited…her text didn't work a smile to my lips.

It smelled like vanilla and a life I thought I was finally getting right. My phone buzzed. I didn’t want to look. But I did. Unknown Number: `We need to talk. Now.` My stomach dropped. Not him. It was him. David. The ex. The one who “needed space to find himself” six months before the accident. The one who texted me “congrats on going viral” last week, and I never answered. I deleted it. I didn’t reply. What was there to say? Another buzz. Aiden.

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.

Jamming the door with force to announce her dismissal. Regardless, I kept my hands at my sides resisting the urge to get down on myself. I felt my phone vibrate and another message popped up. I tapped on it and saw a sex tape of me and my ex in his bedroom. “The fuck!” My eyes were in disbelief. Another message came in. Unknown number: If you love yourself, you’d meet me tomorrow near the Museum. I’d text the location. If you don’t come, this will be released globally. MARK MY WORDS BITCH.

"Me too." They continued walking, their footsteps echoing on the quiet streets. They talked about their hopes and dreams, and the things they had been doing since they had last seen each other. Emiliana told Jace about the speaking engagements she had been invited to, and Jace talked about his job at the tech company he had started working for. As they walked, Emiliana began to feel a sense of peace settle over her. For the first time in months, she felt like everything was going to be okay.

"Tan, can't we just pretend that we're okay just for six months? Let's work together to save DM Textile," He scoffed, sliding his hand into his pocket while staring at her in disdain. "Work together?" "Just try to think about the time we used to have that's been wasted. We were happy back then... Please don't hate me too much without knowing why I did such a thing," "When will you stop disappointing me, Elaine? You're just as shameless. Happy? All I can see right now is greediness and selfishness every time I laid my eyes on you," Elaine blinked. Truth hurts.

I walked towards it and realized that it was a drawing made by Neah. There were three stick figures and a writing at the bottom left of the paper. “Daddy, mommy and I miss you so much.” I stroked the words and then decided I was going to take it, as a reminder. I folded it up and placed it in my purse. I went through my phone and sent a text to a number that I haven't dared to call for the past six years. “Hello Jaylen, I'm divorced now, I need help in moving some things to charity. Can you come and pick me up tomorrow?”

she asked, her tone softening. “Fab, it’s been three freaking years since we broke up. What about that saying ‘Never take back your ex’?” “That’s just some crap a bitter sadist posted online for broken people to cling to, Carmen. Blake isn’t a mistake. He’s perfect for you. You two are perfect together,” she said with conviction. “Fab, you’re not even on my side right now.” I could hear her sigh through the line.

I kept my hands clasped in my lap, still trying to calm myself. Halfway through the meal, Xeros finally spoke. “Who was he?” I knew he was going to ask the question and I was preparing myself for it. I looked up slowly, already knowing who he meant. “My ex,” I said quietly. “Alex.” Xeros frowned. “He didn’t look like someone you should’ve ever dated.” I gave a dry smile. “He wasn’t. I didn’t know how toxic he was back then. I was too young… too stupid.”