Novel & Cerita Los Fantasma De Mi Ex

Ellie's P.O.V. “Is there someone at Walton Lux you're trying to avoid, Ellie? A person from your past with bad intentions?” Even after leaving White Mansion, Zack’s question refused to leave my mind. As the driver steered the car through the afternoon traffic, I stared out the window without really seeing anything. Jared… Could he really become one of those people? After spending an entire morning reading horrifying reports about obsessed ex-fiancés, stalkers, acid attacks, and murderers, my imagination had become far too active.

Deciding not to be together feels worse than dealing with the repercussions of being together. I don’t know if I can stay away from Adrian. Not anymore. I call Erica. Talking to her always helps me clear my head. I tell her about the blackmail, finding Julian and Vanessa together, and the declarations in the study. She listens patiently. Not interrupting and not asking any questions until I get to the end and lay out the decision I’m struggling with. “Well, I think it goes without saying that if your ex-boyfriend goes missing, you can assume I’ve hit him with car and buried him in the woods.” She says and I bark out a laugh. Glad for her ability to always break the tension.

But strangely, when the ghosts saw me, they all froze. "On you…" a young man in a worn painter's smock said, staring at me in shock. "Is that Kael's aura?" "And little Lily's," said a ghost who looked like a sculptor. "And Pops's, too." The middle-aged man's face changed. "Impossible! Why would they accept a human?" I walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and found a thick diary. I opened it to the first page and saw the words:

He dropped the bomb like he just told me the moon was green. I looked at him, and his eyes almost looked apologetic, yet I knew better. He wasn't sorry. He wanted this to happen. It was at this point that I realized why her face looked so damn familiar. She was his ex! I had seen a number of pictures on his I* since I went through each and every one of them. That’s how obsessed I was with Nash. My entire world revolved around him, and this was how he repaid me?

Memory that never left you, that whispered in your ear when the world went quiet. I rolled onto my side, the IV tugging sharply at my skin. My body ached with the movement, but the pain grounded me. Because as much as I wanted to sink, as much as I wanted to follow Liam into the dark, I couldn’t forget what Elena had said. I couldn’t forget the way Mia had smiled at Ethan, or the way Ethan hadn’t looked at me. It was all still here. All still sharp. And one day—if I lived long enough to crawl out of this bed—I would make them feel it too.

Fedora’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp and incredulous. “A son?!” she exclaimed, her tone rising with every word. “She’s married? Wow!” Alex sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s not married.” “How old is the little boy?” Fedora pressed, her curiosity now fully ignited. Alex hesitated, his jaw tightening. He didn’t answer. Fedora’s voice softened, but only slightly. “Alex, I know you used to love her. But if she’s moved on, you need to move on too. Staying stuck in the past isn’t helping anyone. Camila’s been throwing tantrums back here, and…”

I collapse in bed, my face turned to the pillows as I pretend to fake cry. But all I can hope—no, pray—is that my ex was watching, and that we convinced him. Before I can stop fake crying, I hear something like an intercom in the room, and the voice of the man I’ve feared for four years pierces my ears in horror. “Jade?”

“Are you that big of a stalker? Is your goal to make me fall in love with you so you can use it against me?” “Tell me!” Felix yelled. “Don’t just stand there. I saw you three years ago, before I left the country. I caught you stalking me, but you denied it. Why are you making me look like a fool? Can't you see I'm losing my mind? What do you want from me? Because if it's love, you already have that. I've fallen so madly and hopelessly in love with you.” I stared at his right eye, then his left eye, and back to his right eye, and announced, “You are right. It's me, Felix… I'm Benita James, your supposed dead ex-wife.”

I saw the ghost I’d fled stepping out of the shadows, solid, real, and standing in the light of my sanctuary. The orphanage sponsor. Ethan Blackwell. My ex husband.

He grabbed his keys and pushed his chair back. “Wait, won’t you listen to me first?” I asked, standing too. “Whatever you have to say doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “Gia comes first. She always will.” And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving me broken again. As I stared in despair, my phone beeped. I checked it and it was a message from Justin, Adrien's best friend. “You want to know where he is right now?” The message read, then another one entered. The second one was an image. An image of Adrien holding hands with Gia while she laid happily on his chest. They seemed to be happy in the photo, piercing my heart more.