My Ex Lives In My Guest Room (My Ex #3)

LilaMy ex lives in my guest room.

He showed up with nothing but a duffel bag and that same smirk that ruined my life five years ago.

I should’ve slammed the door.

Instead, I let the man who ghosted me while I was pregnant sleep ten feet from our daughter—without telling him the truth.

Now he’s folding laundry, fixing faucets, and teaching my kid guitar like he belongs here. Like he didn’t vanish the second things got real.

I don’t trust him.
I don’t want him.
And I definitely don’t still dream about his mouth on my skin.

But every day he’s under my roof, I remember exactly why I let him ruin me the first time…

And I’m terrified I’ll let him do it again.


RafeI left her.

No excuses. No lies. I was a coward—and I walked out before I knew she was carrying my kid.

Now I’m crashing in her guest room, pretending I don’t still want the taste of her on my tongue and the sound of her in my sheets.

She hates me. I get it.

But the little girl down the hall? She’s got my eyes. My attitude. My heart. And I’m not walking away this time.

Lila wants to pretend I’m temporary.
Just a house guest.
Just a regret.

But I didn’t come back for closure. I came back for everything I lost.

And I’m not leaving until I get it.