Texts From My Ex Novels & Stories

“Apologies, sir, but it’s a certain miss on Cedar Avenue.” The address sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place a finger on where I’d heard it. “A name?” I asked. At the same time, a text popped up on my screen, and I checked. Besides Aiden, it was only one other person who had access to text me. My dollface. *FOR YOUR INFO, I’M OVER MY EX, AND WE’RE NEVER GETTING BACK TODAY. PLUS YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE.* Her text read, attached with an angry emoji at the end, and I let out a chuckle.

Anderson nods for me to continue. " I really don't wanna bore you." " Please don't. I want you to talk to me. It's part of knowing each other." " Well, the man with the redhead was my ex." I don't know why I spat that out but all I know is that I couldn't help myself.

"Tomorrow, the bitch would finally leave your life for you, aren't you excited?... "I can't wait to see you, I miss you so fucking much"... "Me too Camille, I fucking do, I need you"... If I can deny and say I was the one who was blind and didn't read that right, I would, but the fact remained the fact and the messages proved it all. Used, played, I hold my chest and fall to the ground... disheartened, heartbroken. I can't hold it any longer, and now it was time to cry, to cry in front of my ex friend, to cry in the middle of the mall. Am screwed!

Text me now or I call 911. I rolled my eyes, laughing. James wasn't someone you could stay mad at, at least not for long. How we managed to become on good terms after everything that happened baffled me. I’d never be friends or on good terms with an ex that dumped me through a text on a normal day, but this person wasn't a regular ex. I smiled, typing back. I'm not dead lol. His reply came in fast. Where are you and what you doing? I rolled my eyes.

“Some days ago. I think I'll be going back to my house today” “What was the message about?” I looked him. Still finding it hard to say it. He stared at me looking so impatient but was just holding on. “That you've done this before. That I wasn't the first and you've ruined some other girls career before so that you could have her.” I saw the shock and surprise flash so fast. But I still sat there wanting to hear what he had to say. Wanting to know the truth. To know if my life was in danger.

I am sitting in the kitchen we picked out together, in the house we moved into eight months ago, at the table where we eat dinner every night, and my husband is telling his ex that he never stopped caring about her. I take a breath. I keep reading. The messages escalate slowly, the way these things always do. A compliment here. A memory there. The kind of conversation that starts as nostalgia and becomes something else entirely before either party admits what it actually is. By four weeks ago they are talking every day. By three weeks ago the texts have shifted to something that makes my jaw tighten. You always knew exactly how to make me feel good. That one is Derek. I stare at it for a lon

Damien's face darkened when I mentioned he was my ex but he said nothing so I continued. "We planned to move here together but he withdrew from our account to spend on another woman," I fiddled with my fingers, memories of the day Dan and I broke up flashing into my head. "I have not talked to him since we broke up. I have forgotten about him entirely and that's why I was surprised to see his text." Damien's face was unreadable. "What if I had not seen the text?" he shifted on the bed, fixing the bedsheet on his crotch.

Safe. Taking a shaking breathe, I get out of bed and walk to the adjoining bathroom, splashing my face with water. It has been a year since I walked away from my toxic ex, one year since I thought I was done with him for good. Until two days ago when I received a video of that night along with the message: ‘Remember that I know what you did.’ My stomach knots, feeling sick as the words ring in my head. I turned the tap off and take a deep breath, returning to my bedroom.

Her fingers trembled as she dialed a number. “Hello?” Jennifer’s cold voice came through. “Miss Jennifer,” Sandra said quickly. “There’s a problem.” Jennifer scoffed. “What problem now?” “Mr. Cooper left,” Sandra replied. “He… he pushed me away and told me to get out.” “What?” Jennifer’s voice rose. “Are you joking?” “I’m serious,” Sandra said, almost crying. “I didn’t even do anything yet.” Jennifer went silent for a moment, then spoke again with an angry tone. “Impossible.”

I stood under the old locust tree that hadn't changed in ten years, five cold metal boxes resting in my hands. At that moment, I felt like the biggest joke in the world. The wind picked up, stirring a few dry leaves across the ground. It cut straight through me, leaving a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. Somewhere I never saw, another man had been fighting his own quiet war with a secret crush. And my fiancée, Natasha Rowe, had been carrying a regret she never once spoke out loud.