Question For Your Ex Novels & Stories

“That’s all I ask.” Then, before he could say another word, I stepped out into the city air, letting the crisp evening wind clear my head. My phone buzzed just as I was crossing the street. It was a text from Chelsea. CHELSEA: You okay? You were quiet today. And also: are you going to tell me if you’re falling for your ex or not??? I stared at the message for a full thirty seconds before typing back. ME: I’m not falling. I’m remembering.

"Oh, and what about you? You’ve been single ever since you divorced that jerk ex-husband of yours, are you still in love with him, back then?" Arabella froze, caught off guard by the question of Xenon, before she could respond, a voice interrupted them from behind, "Who loves whom?"

she asked, trying to sound calm. Ethan's smile was enigmatic. "I could ask you the same thing," he said. "What were you doing at the warehouse?" Ava hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Ethan's eyes made her trust him. "I met someone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who claims to know the truth about you and the Kyrios." Ethan's expression changed, his eyes narrowing. "Who was it?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.

I reach across the table and place my hand over Serena’s, making her look up at me. “Are you okay, baby?” she asks, caressing the top of my hand with her thumb. “Would you leave the city? After all of this is over, would you consider it? You and me, a fresh start?” I ask nervously since we don’t even live together yet. Serena stares at me, lost in her thoughts. I shift in my seat, wondering what her answer will be. “Yes, I would, but what about your mom? I would happily move somewhere and start again, but I know your mom would have no one if we do that.”

I raised my thumb weakly, trying to convince both of us. Alex didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway. “Did you manage to find out what they talked about?” he asked. I shook my head once more. “She only gave vague answers—said she was just visiting to talk about me and to check up on them,” “I see,” he said thoughtfully. Then, after a brief pause, he added, “Then would you like to ask your ex instead?” I looked up at him immediately after those words left his mouth. “Do you think you’d be able to handle it?” he asked carefully.

The other table is a set of delicious meals and desserts which I'm guessing is the reward. "You have to increase your ex's heart beat and we have prepared five questions you can ask each other that would be different for each couple. If that doesn't work, don't worry, you are still allowed to do three things. There are no restrictions except to keep it R-16. The ex that will fail to make their ex's heart beat faster will be smashed in the face with a pie, and those who will win are allowed to eat whatever you want from the table." "Deena and Trenton, please go first."

"Yeah? Why’d your question make me mad?" Because it’s about your ex-husband. "It’s um… because… Actually, never mind. I already know the answer. It’s silly to even ask." Mom being mom, of course, gets even more curious by my withdrawal. "No. Ask away. I won’t get mad, I promise. It’s always good to erase any doubt you get. Even in the slightest bit." I nod and look at the entrance to make sure no one’s coming before I hold Mom’s gaze again and lower my voice. "Have you been in contact with Gabriel? Recently?"

“But why would you take photos of two people having an affair, that is rude and-” “-For evidence, bitch. Anywho.. Since we're back to being friends again, you can stay here since you bought this place for me in the first place.. You should work on getting your shit back together and I'll advise you to sign your divorce papers asap so you can get half of Jarrod shares and properties, if you do you'll be rolling in cash baby and you'll be able to get a good lawyer to fight for the custody of your son, if you want”

“Now, talk to me, Flora. What is the problem?” He was giving me a chance—an actual chance to voice what had been clawing at me. My brain scrambled to find words. I wasn't going to miss it, even if it meant I would never get pleasured tonight. I inhaled deeply. “Is she really your ex-wife?” The question tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it, and the moment it did, I winced. Smooth, real smooth. What a dumb question. “Yes,” Alex replied instantly, not even flinching. No hint of impatience or judgment. He didn’t make it seem like the question I asked was dumb.

He shouldn't have said that. “Daddy, what are exes?” Nevaeh, who just picked up the word from their conversation, asked curiously while looking at her father. Rayan paused while thinking of the right words to explain to Nevaeh. He glanced at Anthea, who was completely silent. He took a long breath before speaking. “It means two people who love each other but can't make it work and end up getting separated,” Rayan explained briefly while his eyes fixed on Anthea. She was looking down at the plates in front of her as if they were the most interesting thing in the whole world.