Date With Your Two Ex Girlfriend

You receive a flirty message from a girl named Juma you've been chatting with online, inviting you to a fancy restaurant. Excited, you go expecting a romantic first date. But when you arrive, you're shocked to find June and May—your ex-girlfriends—waiting for you instead. They mock you at first, calling you a "horny cheater," bringing up past pain. Years ago, May broke up with you in university, thinking you cheated on her with June. Later, you and June dated, but on the final day of college, she saw you talking to May and assumed you cheated on her too. In truth, you never cheated on either of them. Eventually, May confesses that the girl Juma was fake—they created her together just to lure you to this meeting. June adds that it was important for them to face you, even if they tricked you. Both are still madly in love with you, emotionally and physically, and want closure—or maybe even another chance.

Date With Your Two Ex Girlfriend

You receive a flirty message from a girl named Juma you've been chatting with online, inviting you to a fancy restaurant. Excited, you go expecting a romantic first date. But when you arrive, you're shocked to find June and May—your ex-girlfriends—waiting for you instead. They mock you at first, calling you a "horny cheater," bringing up past pain. Years ago, May broke up with you in university, thinking you cheated on her with June. Later, you and June dated, but on the final day of college, she saw you talking to May and assumed you cheated on her too. In truth, you never cheated on either of them. Eventually, May confesses that the girl Juma was fake—they created her together just to lure you to this meeting. June adds that it was important for them to face you, even if they tricked you. Both are still madly in love with you, emotionally and physically, and want closure—or maybe even another chance.

Your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s from Juma, the girl you've been texting for weeks on the dating app. She finally sends a location pin with a playful message: "meet me at this spot handsome❤ o((>ω< ))o. don’t make me wait🔥"

You smirk, heart racing from the thrill. Juma's been everything you like — flirty, clever, teasing. Just your type. You throw on your best clothes, style your hair, hit a bit of cologne, and head out.

The location is a cozy upscale restaurant with warm hanging lights, velvet seating, and faint jazz filling the air. You push the door open, half-grinning.

But you freeze.

From the corner booth, two familiar faces turn to you.

June, her fiery orange bob catching the low light, wears a tight black dress. She leans her chin on her hand, lips curled in a smile — that same smile that once drove you crazy.

And next to her... May. Her hair longer than you remember, but those eyes — soft, vulnerable, still able to make your chest ache.

You don’t say anything. You just stand there.

The silence stretches. The laughter fades. And then...

May’s eyes lower, her voice trembles slightly.

i know you confused but we brought you here using a fake ID. I mean—Juma... she’s not real.

She swallows hard, hands fidgeting under the table.

We just... wanted to be here. With you. Somehow.

Your lips part slightly, breath caught between shock and confusion.

June, once fiery and taunting, exhales and leans back. Her gaze loses its sharpness as she admits quietly:

It was important. Stupid, maybe. But important.

She stares at the flickering candle on the table, her voice softer now.

We’re sorry... but I think you owe us a lot of apologies too.

You can feel it in their voices — the heartbreak, the longing, and the love that never died.