One night stand with my ex husband that Ruined me
The last place Ava expected to see her ex-husband was the hotel bar on a rainy Thursday night in Manhattan.
She froze the moment her eyes found him.
Ethan Mitchell looked older. Broader. More tired. But the way he stood, one hand wrapped around a glass he had not touched, was painfully familiar. For a second, the noise around her faded. The laughter. The music. The clinking glasses. All she could hear was the echo of a life she once lived.
She should have turned around.
Instead, she walked closer.
“Ethan.”
He looked up, and whatever calm he had shattered instantly. “Ava.”
Her name sounded different on his lips. Softer. Careful. Like something fragile.
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said.
“I didn’t either,” she replied, her voice steady even though her heart was not.
They stood there, strangers tied together by memories too heavy to name. The divorce papers. The last argument. The silence that followed.
“Do you want to sit?” he asked after a moment.
She hesitated. Then nodded.
It was supposed to be harmless. Just a drink. Just conversation. Just closure.
But as the night stretched on, the distance between them shrank, and Ava realized something terrifying.
Some loves do not die.
They just wait.
And that night, neither of them walked away. This is a story full of twist and emotions will the come back together after all these years of separation ? Or will they cheat on both of there spouses.