After Accidentally Sending a Message to My Ex-Boyfriend Chapter 1

I accidentally sent a message meant for my best friend to my ex-boyfriend while drunk.

"Come see me tomorrow. I have something to tell you."

Alex: ?

"You think I'll come just because you tell me to? We broke up, stop treating me like your dog."

"What do you want to say? Having regrets? Begging to get back together?"

"Chloe Williams, you dumped me so decisively, there's no chance of us getting back together!"

...

"Chloe, I'm downstairs."

"Say what you need to say now. Answer the phone."

"You're not answering calls or messages, I've been worried sick about you, and here you are just sleeping, Chloe Williams!"

"Wake up, wake up! I've got some crazy news - guess who I just ran into downstairs? Alex! It was Alex Shaw!"

Early in the morning, Zoe dragged me out of bed.

Zoe is my best friend. We've known each other since childhood and are close enough to share clothes and have keys to each other's places.

At the mention of Alex's name, I opened my eyes briefly.

Zoe put her hands on her hips and scolded, "Chloe Williams, you really do care more about guys than friends. I've been trying to wake you forever with no response, but the moment I mention Alex you're wide awake. It's been six months since you broke up and you're still hung up on him?

Zoe put her hands on her hips and scolded, "Chloe Williams, you really do care more about guys than friends. I've been trying to wake you forever with no response, but the moment I mention Alex you're wide awake. It's been six months since you broke up and you're still hung up on him? Have you no self-respect?"

I yawned and lay back down to continue sleeping.

Alex Shaw appearing downstairs at my apartment? The chances of that were lower than the sun rising in the west.

"Stop making noise. Let me sleep a bit more. I drank too much yesterday and my head is killing me. When I wake up, I'll tell you about the juicy gossip I heard at the class reunion last night. It's mind-blowing."

I thought Zoe had come over because of the message I sent her last night.

Zoe shook me again. "No more sleeping! Alex is really downstairs!"

"Are you crazy or am I?"

"Neither of us is crazy. It's Alex who's gone mad. He really is downstairs! Think about it, when have I ever joked about him with you?"

During those first difficult days after the breakup, Zoe had taken time off work to be with me every day.

She knew better than anyone how much Alex meant to me. She had indeed never joked about him.

"Really?" I started to believe her.

Zoe: "Yes, really! I'm not lying, I actually ran into him! He was dressed all fancy, like he might have a new girlfriend. Maybe he's waiting to pick someone up for a date right now! Oh, by the way, what gossip were you talking about?"

New... girlfriend?

Of everything Zoe said, all I could hear was Alex dressed up nicely and Alex having a new girlfriend.

We've only been broken up for six months. I had just started to move on, and he's already dating someone new?

Fine, he can date whoever he wants. But did he have to pick someone who lives in my building?

I was furious. I sat up abruptly.

"Let's go! Let's go see."

I got ready as quickly as possible - washing up, putting on makeup, choosing an outfit, styling my hair...

For our first encounter since the breakup, I couldn't lose face!