Novel & Cerita Question For Your Ex

I pleaded, my voice a mix of desperation and determination. “Why do you want to get married so badly?” he asked, his grey eyes looking right through me as if searching for the truth in my soul. I sighed and said, “For my inheritance and to get back at my ex and my stepmother. I caught them cheating on me.” He frowned sympathetically. “Oh, that must have been terrible. I’m so sorry.” “Please marry me. I can pay you for it—I can even give you shares at Turner Empire. Just say yes,” I begged.

In that order. He dropped into the chair across from my desk and propped his feet up. " You look like someone killed your dog. What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Liar." He grinned. "You've been in a mood for days. Is it the wedding? Vivian being pushy again?" I ignored him and opened my laptop. I had emails to answer. Meetings to prepare for. A company to run. But the question that had been bothering me since yesterday wouldn't leave my head.

“Did you ever care to look for your true mate after exiling her years ago?” The question landed like a heavy bomb in the quiet space.

I correct quietly. "You're only an ex because you chose to be!" His voice rises, drawing more attention. "You gave up on our marriage, you took my son, you abandoned everything we built together because, what? Because I wasn't rich enough? Because you found a better meal ticket?" I feel the cameras now. I see the phone screens glowing, pointed in our direction, the gossip columnist has moved closer, not even pretending to be subtle. This is exactly what I wanted. "Brian, you're drunk. Maybe we should, "

I replied to him in the same formal way. "Why can't we be friends?" he asked me angrily this time. "Because an EX is an EX for some reason." I retorted immediately, a bit more aggressive in my tone this time.

"Where... where is my husband?" The doctor’s smile instantly faltered. He shifted his weight awkwardly, avoiding my eyes for a second before looking back up with a look of pure pity. "Mr. Knight’s driver brought you in after you collapsed, but... he left immediately afterward. I'm sorry, Mrs. Knight. He didn't leave anyone behind to wait with you, and he ordered us to discharge you the moment you woke up."

“So… what happened between you and your ex?” Crap! I had celebrated way too soon.

I proposed, not ready to back down; a lipless smile spread across my face. He was momentarily lost for words, defeated; his back slumped on the couch, gazing at the night scenery. "You are quite stubborn..." "You are stubborn too," I interjected cheekily, tilting my head as I stared at his face. Then I recalled a question I had been wanting to ask. I thought the reason he wasn't willing to give me a chance could be due to his failed marriage. "Do you still... love... your... ex-wife?" I asked with caution, thinking I might be crossing a line. I didn't want to hurt his feelings... I still remembered how he reacted when I mentioned her. Still, I needed answers.

The tension was as thick as the stale air in the small office. “I’ll start by asking... What is your relationship? Are you two a couple?” The question Lyvanne never wanted anyone to ask finally escaped from Mr. John's mouth. Lyvanne blinked, stiffening for a moment. She wasn't expecting that question from the officer. Well, it wasn't his fault. Who wouldn't ask such a question after hearing what happened at the shopping mall? “No,” Lyvanne answered sharply. Alexander scoffed beside Lyvanne, making her glare at him irritated.

(Elara's POV) ‌ ‍The room s‍till held the echo of his question. Do I know you? It wasn'⁠t just a question. It was an erasure. The silence that fo‍ll‌owed was a phys‍ical v‌oid. It sucked the warmth from the air, the meaning from the past th‍ree years o⁠f my life.⁠