Ex-boyfriend, New Beginning — Novel

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A chance encounter brings Sofia face-to-face with her past when she delivers a package to her ex-boyfriend, Eric, now living a life she hardly recognizes. With the weight of two years apart hanging in the air, their reunion ignites old tensions and unearths unresolved feelings. Eric's cutting remarks and the sight of a new woman at his side cut deeper than Sofia expects, forcing her to confront the remnants of a relationship that once meant everything.

As she navigates the chaos of her best friend's wedding and the haunting memories of their time together, Sofia grapples with her emotions. A pre-wedding party spirals into a night of unexpected choices, leading to a collision of passion and regret. Eric's cold demeanor masks a storm of feelings, leaving Sofia questioning the boundaries of their past and present.

With every heated exchange, the stakes rise. Can Sofia reclaim her heart, or will the shadows of their shared history keep her tethered to a love that threatens to consume her? As the rain falls outside, so do the walls she’s built around herself—will she find a new beginning, or is she destined to repeat the past?

Ex-boyfriend, New BeginningChapter 1 Reunion

As a favor to a delivery guy, I ended up delivering an order myself, only to run into my ex-boyfriend.

He asked me, "What? You've hit rock bottom now, haven't you?"

I glanced at the contraceptives in the bag and muttered, "Not as low as your skills these past few years."

The hotel room door opened, and a wave of steam hit my face. The man, probably just out of the shower, stood there half-naked, his hair still damp. I froze when I finally saw his face. It was Eric Brown.

The loud thumping in my chest dragged me back to reality, pulling my gaze away from him.

I awkwardly handed him the bag.

But he didn't seem inclined to take it.

Instead, he looked me up and down, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

"Sofia Smith? Fallen this far, huh?"

My whole body stiffened, like a boulder had been placed on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

It was then I realized, after two years of separation, I was still foolishly captivated, while he, clearly, hated me.

I lowered my head, trying to hide my panic.

I gently shook the bag in my hand, signaling for him to take it.

After what felt like an eternity, Eric still hadn't moved.