There are four ways a woman can handle heartbreak. She can fall apart, seek revenge, turn cold, or move on. The Ex Files is the story of these four women:
When Kendall Stewart finds her husband and her sister in bed together, she vows to never let anyone get that close again. But when she is faced with saving the life of the woman who destroyed hers, will she be able to forgive?
When an NBA superstar tells his mistress, Asia Ingrum, that he's decided to honor his marriage vows, her shock quickly gives way to revenge...but her decision may come back to haunt their five-year-old daughter.
Every night Vanessa Martin wonders why her husband committed suicide. Even worse, she contemplates joining him in eternity. Will Vanessa be able to gather the strength to live again?
Sheridan Hart is finally finding her way after a lie destroyed her seventeen-year marriage. Her new love is ready to get married, but will she commit to this younger man or is her ex-husband taking up too much space in her heart?
When their pastor asks Kendall, Asia, Vanessa, and Sheridan to meet weekly for prayer, they can't imagine they will have anything in common. But then a devastating tragedy strikes and these strangers are forced to reexamine their choices. Will they find true friendship, or will prayer -- and their union -- fail them?
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June 18, 2007
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Excerpt from The Ex Files by Victoria Christopher Murray
"I think Daddy has a new lover."
Sheridan stopped moving; the coffeepot she held frozen in midair.
Only then did Sheridan feel the heat of the coffee spilling over, onto her hand. "Ouch." She snatched her hand away and grabbed a paper towel. But as she patted the spillage spreading over the counter, her thoughts were on her daughter. "What did you say?"
Tori shrugged. "I think Daddy has a new lover. Don't worry, Mom," she admonished. "He hasn't introduced me to him. It's just that Dad's been a bit different. Kinda happy."
The world had certainly changed. Here she was talking to her thirteen-year-old daughter about her father's male lovers. It had been more than three years since Quentin had declared his love for a man. Still, Sheridan couldn't find a way to call that part of her life normal.
Sheridan could feel her daughter's eyes, waiting for her reaction. The silence was interrupted by a car horn.
"They're here." Tori jumped up from the dining table and Sheridan exhaled. This talk had ended -- at least for the next forty-eight hours.
"Okay, sweetheart," Sheridan said, as she handed her daughter the suitcase that waited by the front door. "Call when you get to Palm Springs."
"And don't forget to get your reading done since you're missing school today."
"Okay," Tori agreed, although Sheridan doubted that she would look at any textbook.
"Have a good time." She kissed her daughter's cheek, then opened the door and waved at the three Nelsons -- her daughter's best friend, Lara, and Lara's parents.
Leaning against the door frame as Joseph Nelson tossed Tori's suitcase into the trunk, she already wished the weekend was over. She wasn't looking forward to these days alone. That thought and the chill of the lionlike March morning made her shiver.
" 'Bye, Mom," Tori yelled before she stepped into the car. "Tell Brock I said hello." Then she added, "And don't do anything I wouldn't do." Tori slammed the car's door on her words, leaving Sheridan standing with her mouth open, long after the Jaguar pulled away.
Tori was growing up -- too much, too fast. Quentin's stepping out had changed them all.
In the kitchen, Sheridan settled at the table with her coffee. Three days alone, too much time to ponder. Too many hours to think about all she'd lost. In the last three years, she'd lost all the men she'd loved: her husband, Quentin, to a man. Her son, Christopher, to college. And then, worst of all, just three months before, her father, Cameron, to God.
Thoughts of her father were the ones that made her heart swell. And then came the ache. And then, the tears. Emotions that were overwhelming, never ending.
The ringing phone paused her tears and she gripped the receiver, grateful for the reprieve from her growing sorrow.
His voice alone made her smile, although it didn't stop her pain. Why had Brock chosen this weekend to be away too?
She said, "I'm glad to hear from you."
"What were you doing?"
Sheridan wiped her eyes. "Nothing."
"I was hoping you were thinking about me."
"Tori just left, so I was sitting here...." She stopped.
"It's going to be tough without her, huh?"
She nodded. "Tough without her, tough without you. With Mom in San Francisco...I wish..."
"What do you wish?"
"I wish you were here." She sighed when the bell rang. "Hold a sec."
She scurried to the front door, eager to shoo away the intruder so that she could get back to Brock. She swung the door open and for the second time in minutes, she stood standing, unable to speak.
Brock grinned, flipped his cell phone closed, then lifted her into his arms. "I'd forgotten that Tori was going away until you mentioned it last night."
"But what about D.C.? What about your mom?" she asked.
"I told her I'd be there on Monday." He leaned back. "I couldn't leave you alone."