Question For Your Ex Novels & Stories

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

"What do you care? I asked you a question and you're trying to play smart, isn't it?" "You're becoming so nosy of recent, I don't know you to be such a friend. That's by the way, tell me if Micaela Alvarado my ex-wife has gone back to her base, or do I have to beg you to give me an answer?" "Nope, not at all. If it is in your best interest to know where she is then I'll tell you. Your ex-wife is in your house with your mother watching the lies you just told on TV. Now how does that sound?"

Moreover, the idea of taking care of an ex reminded him of something. He furrowed his brows and said in a cold tone, "You think my money just fell into my lap? It didn't come because I spent it on unrelated people." Charlotte opened her mouth, unsure of how to respond. Griffith glanced at her and continued, "A good ex should pretend they never existed." "But..." "Exes should act like they're dead, especially certain people." Charlotte was baffled. She had just made a joke, but he was taking it seriously.

“In the morning, yes… I’ll let you check on Nathan.” “And my phone…” “ I will look for it.” “And my question?” His gaze hardened and I knew I was crossing his line but I also knew that he would not say no to me. Not now. “You can ask your question.” I took a breath. “Do you plan to kill Jaylen? What if he truly didn’t ask for the separation?” “Those were two questions.” Mikhail said, sitting in his chair. I took a deep breath. “You can choose the one you want to answer.”

What disrespect he had up his sleeves! “And that reminds me, now you are left with nothing, why don’t you do what you should have done for ages? Denounce your right as a Nightingale and leave with that slutty bitch of yours… my ex-wife, Elena. Unless you’d want to give her to me again. I might consider making her my mistress,” Caleb said mockingly, his sudden statement about Elena infuriating me more than I could have imagined.

“And what does she need to be protected from when it comes to you?” Silence settled. I didn't know what to answer. “I don’t know,” I finally said. “Maybe from my behavior towards her.” “Do you believe your behavior was excessive?” I nodded, not looking at him. “I approached the people who were interested in her. I drove them away. I paid them to leave, sometimes.” “And if those people refused to be bribed?” Seriously, how did he get to that question so quickly? “I prefer not to answer.” “I understand.”

I tried to push through the crowd, but their bodies formed an impenetrable wall. "I don’t want to answer any questions! Please let me through. Let me get to my daughter!" I begged, voice breaking. They didn’t budge. I wiped my tears roughly with the back of my hand and shoved forward again, but there was no opening. "Please… I really need to get to my daughter," I pleaded. "Answer our questions first! Why did you break up with Benito Castellano? On the eve of your wedding, you were with Vito Castellano!"

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

“What do you do? What do you want to do here?” “I don't know.” “Maybe you could try contacting him directly?” “Why? What would I even ask him? What would I say? Call him and ask if my ex-wife is actually married to him now?" “I mean, essentially, yes." I let out a bitter laugh, the absurdity of the entire situation seeming to mock me even more. “Do you know how that sounds? It sounds really ridiculous, Marcus.” “I don't think you sounds ridiculous because you need answers and he might actually me give those answers to you. Considering he already knows exactly who you are.”

Her voice sounded flat and had no energy; she answered only what was necessary. "What did my father do to you before?" Griffin asked, approaching Zaylee. The man was already sitting at his desk, which stunned Zaylee, but they returned to acting normal. Zaylee remained silent, not wanting to answer. She let the memories be buried with her past. Her memory of that day never forgets Alex's cruelty to his family, even though Zaylee's problem was trivial. "Answer me Zaylee!" Griffin snarled, starting to grab Zaylee's arms, erasing the distance between them to become closer. Griffin's gaze was very sharp, while Zaylee couldn't make eye contact with her ex-lover.