Exelle "H-Hans..." I stuttered, my voice trembling as I called out my husband's name. He didn't hear me, and I didn't bother attempting to call him again. Finding him standing on the veranda in the living room, I noticed it was already eleven at night, yet he remained wide awake, gazing outside. The moonlight bathed his body, casting an ethereal glow upon him. Oh, how I loved this man. But I couldn't fathom why he couldn't reciprocate that love. Silently, I watched him from where I stood, admiring his figure and every aspect of his being. He wore the same white polo he wore to work, and his disheveled hair seemed to suit him perfectly. In that moment, he resembled an ancient Greek god, and despite everything, I couldn't deny the innocence and cuteness he exuded when he was silent. I wished it could stay that way forever. His well-built physique, his sharp nose, his long eyelashes, and his lips, so enticing and kissable—everything about him captivated me, stealing my gaze and cla
Hans Darn it! I slammed my hands furiously on the desk, causing him to flinch under my sudden outburst. "What do you mean you don't have anything for me!?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over. "M-Mr. Alvez, I really don't have anything else apart from the initial report I gave you. Everything you asked me to find doesn't match what you're looking for," he stammered, trying to explain himself. "That's impossible. I can clearly sense that she's Xiellenna. So how is it that you couldn't find any information that matches my wife and Exelle!?" I interrogated him, growing more agitated by the second. He remained silent, unable to provide an adequate response. Gasping in disbelief, I facepalmed and turned my back to him. It was inconceivable to me that even my trusted secret investigator, someone who had never let me down before, couldn't uncover the information I desired. "Leave and come back when you finally have what I want," I coldly dismissed him, not even bothering to give h
Exelle Clad in a simple black dress that fell just above the knee, its off-shoulder cut adding a touch of allure, I strode into the restaurant with confidence, meeting his gaze head-on. A lopsided smile played on my lips, accentuated by the matte lipstick I wore. He, the man I had loved since the days of yore, yet who had never regarded me as a woman deserving of his love and affection, now stared at me with a mixture of awe and surprise. Even without uttering a word or making any overt gestures, I could feel the eyes of others fixed upon me, their gazes filled with curiosity. Sam had often remarked that I possessed the ability to turn heads, and today, standing here, I couldn't help but agree. It filled me with a sense of pride, knowing that I had captured the attention of the one I had yearned for. In all honesty, I had been head over heels for my husband in the past. However, times had changed,
Exelle I stood before him, trembling on my feet, my voice quivering as I mustered the courage to speak. "I-I... I have an allergy to olives. I just cooked all of these for your dinner," I managed to say, but I could still feel the weight of nervousness in his piercing gaze. In that moment, I felt small and vulnerable, like a child afraid of making a mistake in front of a stern parent. Despite my longing to express myself freely, fear held my words captive. I felt more isolated than a deaf person, unable to utter even the simplest sound. But he responded with a torrent of anger, as if I were not standing before him. His words crashed upon me like waves, lashing out at my existence. "I don't fvckin' care if you have allergies or what! All I want is for you to finish everything on that table! I already told you that I hate wasting money and cooking too much food
Exelle "You..." I stare at him, shocked and nervous that he might actually discover that I am his ex-wife, Xiellenna, at this very moment. But, of course, I won't let myself be caught. Not like this. Not this easily. I won't. "You must be kidding me, right?" I whisper, mustering the strength that I had lost a while ago. Damn it, Exelle! Don't let yourself get caught so easily! Think of ways to escape this situation, damn it! Of course, I have to, or all of my hardships to come this far would be in vain and meaningless. And yes, he may have caught me off guard like this, but he can't bring down my defenses that easily. Maybe I faltered, but I am not the old me. I'm not the old Xiellenna anymore. "I am Exelle Kim." His face remains unchanged. My words don't even faze him easily. "Yes. This scar was caused by a burn, but not from a hot iron. It's f
Exelle I kept my gaze fixed on the papers scattered across my desk, while Lex paced back and forth in front of me. He continued to warn me about the risks I was taking by dealing with Hans. His words, filled with caution and concern, repeated like a broken record. It was as if he was the parent scolding a wayward child. I couldn't help but enjoy his annoyance, though I pretended to ignore him. "Xiellenna, you're putting yourself at risk. You know how dangerous Hans is," Lex emphasized, finally coming to a halt. He leaned over my desk, placing his hands firmly on the surface, and directed his full attention towards me. Responding playfully, I pouted my lips like a mischievous child. I propped my elbows on the desk, resting my chin on the back of my hand. With a mischievous smile, I met Lex's gaze. There was something endearing about his irritation. He looked rather adorable in that state. A
Exelle "Hello there, Miss Lux," I greeted her, forcing a smile upon my face. She returned the smile, but it was evident that it was forced. I could easily discern that she was merely acting friendly in my presence, something I had grown accustomed to recognizing. Becoming Exelle Kim and undergoing personal transformations had not been in vain; I still struggled to decipher people's true intentions. My journey to this point of unwavering determination had not allowed room for naivety. I had changed for the better, albeit with a degree of risk involved. Embarking on a path that originated from emotions I believed I would never experience—hatred. "Hello, M-Miss Kim," she stuttered, flashing another forced smile, before her gaze shifted behind me. "And, Alexis." My left eyebrow arched involuntarily upon hearing her falter. "Sorry about what you just saw earlier. I hope i
Exelle I knew deep down that all of this was just an act, a façade carefully constructed to deceive. Yet, in this very moment, being with him made me question what I truly desired. His touch, his kisses, and every intimate gesture ignited a longing within me. It was a dangerous dance on the precipice of temptation, for I was well aware that we were only friends, and that was the limit to our connection. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. It should have been restricted, confined within the boundaries we set, but something within me rebelled against such limitations. The acting, though seemingly excessive, had taken on a life of its own. My body refused to release the grip on these stolen moments. Stepping outside the established boundaries and allowing him to trespass upon forbidden territory were two distinct actions, and yet, the lines between us seemed to blur, erasing any semblance of constraint as we