Ex

I hear a knock on my door.

Without looking to check who it is, I open it, only to be surprised with the hopeful face of my ex, Harmony.

She’d asked me so many times to get back with her after our breakup that I’d blocked her. And now she was here.

I shut the door in her face without any words, but her foot blocked it before it had fully closed. Harmony pushed open the door and stepped inside; she had always been the stronger one.

“Hey, Faye. Just wanted to talk to you.”

“Harmony,” I said. “No. We both know why you’re here, and the answer is no. How many times do I have to tell you? Unless you’re a billionaire, you’ve got nothing to offer me.”

“Faye, please, just listen to-“