Question For Your Ex Novels & Stories

(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.⁠

But my heart was already tangled in the magnetic pull of a man so much older than me. And of course, his ex-wife haunted me too. They’d been divorced for years. But she’d once had a piece of his life, the piece I wanted now. Had he really never remarried after her? Or worse, did he still love her? Curiosity was gnawing at me like a mosquito on a humid night. “I want to know about your ex-wife.” Julian calmly locked his phone, sliding it into his pocket like it weighed nothing. “You only get one question a day. Your quota’s up.”

he teased, his words dripping with amusement. Rita, on the other end of the line, responded eagerly, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and possessiveness. "Yes, darling," she replied, unable to hide her excitement. "I assume your clueless wife has gone off to her little get-together. She came to me, complaining about your distant behavior. I wanted to throttle her, but I held my composure. She stole you away from me, but I won't let you slip away again," Rita declared, her words laced with determination.

" My heart pounded as it was my first question, but it seemed so hard to answer. I clears my throat. "Sorry, but yes," I said. They were congratulating me. "Next question." "What happened to your previous relationship, Mr. Wilsome?" My eyes widened, and I looked at who was asking it. That's too personal; I don't want to open up about that, especially in this kind of interview. "When did you have your marriage?" "Do you still love your ex?" "How do you handle your businesses?" "Are you even contacting your ex?"

I replied briefly. His reply came back swiftly. "Come over." I read it and went back to Marie's mansion, on entering, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed. "You are not scared of asking your ex for money? what if he demands something in return?" He asked "I trust him, even when we were in a relationship, there was nothing erœtic between us." I answered. "Should I let you go?" He asked and went to lean on the wall His exquisite eyes were on me.

“Did you have any kids with your ex-wife and have you ever thought of remarrying?” A forced, dry smile crossed his face and he took a moment as if thinking of what to say. I knew I had put him in an uncomfortable spot with that question and I was starting to regret it. Fuck. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t be asking such personal questions, especially at a time like this. He might believe I was becoming interested in him or worse, what if his past relationship didn’t end so well and I might just be opening up old wounds? “You know what?” I said, turning to the other side of the bed and adjusting the duvet. “Forget I ever asked that. Thanks again for the meal. Goodnight…”

That was the question no one but Fernando had dared to ask. “It’s a long story. I don’t want to bore my nephew with this stuff,” I said, quickly changing the subject to avoid explaining. My memories had been haunting me since I got here, and that was enough. “Tell me, when are you scheduling a doctor’s appointment?” I steered the conversation, keeping her attention for a good while.

His dark eyes flashed with anger, his presence so oppressive that no one dared to breathe too loudly around him. The lone question mark from her reply stood out glaringly in their chatbox. Then, Jonathan typed the same question again. "My ex has an unusual relationship with my uncle. What should I do?"

"And you never even told us your ex-husband was a billionaire!" My eyes widened, and a knot twisted in my stomach. Since the day I left Leo, I had told no one about my past. I buried it all and quietly started over. "Billionaire?" Karl's brows shot up. "Where did you hear that? Rose has never mentioned anything like that." "That's exactly it,"Mia said. "She's never said a word about once being a billionaire's wife. Can you imagined how wealthy her ex must be?" I forced an awkward smile, unsure how to respond without drawing more attention.

“I don't have a problem with that, but then it took me down memory lane, and I need to ask some personal questions. All I need from you is the truth about how everything happened back then, and nothing more.” “What truth, Ethan?” She asked, narrowing her eyelids tightly, like some sort of guilty conscience. “I mean, how exactly did your dad and step sister, who happened to be my ex-wife; Nadin, die since you were there at the scene with your mom and my dad?” “Baby, we have talked about this over and over again. I don't know what you want to hear from me again this time.” My brows twitched at her answer, which turned out to be a rhetorical question, and it seems like she was lost in thought a