HIS EX-WIFE.

Zeke could swear that he heard no single thing amongst what the woman on the stage in front of him had said as all he wondered was how a person could not have changed a bit in the last six years.

In a split second, he asked himself if he was seeing correctly and if the person in front of him was his ex-wife, Elena.

As the woman rounded her speech and everyone clapped their hands for her, a waiter stopped in front of him, and without thinking twice, he pushed the man away and clasped his hands together.

Watching her being escorted out of the stage and to the door at the back of the stage, he hurried to the direction, without giving a damn about the people that were obviously looking at him.

As he got out of the event hall which led him down the hallway, he looked around and saw the men who had escorted her in front of a door, he dashed there.

“Excuse, sir. You can’t enter.’

Zeke raised his brow at the man who just said to him and then looked at the other man beside him and took a step back, as he adjusted his collar.

“Tell Elena that I would see her. It is Zeke,” he said rather confidently.

He was not a person to be turned down and the last six years have changed for him as well. He was now amongst the top five billionaires in the whole of the USA and almost everyone knew him. Those who do not know him are probably not in any way in line with the business world, or were newborn babies.

“Miss Elena would not receive anyone, Mr. Russo.”

    Of course, they knew him.

Zeke twitched his lips upward, adjusted his wristwatch, and then charged to the door. However, one of the guards grabbed his wrist but instantly, Zeke yanked his hand away and pushed against the wall. The other man rushed at him and Zeke hurriedly kicked his leg hard enough to hurt and then turned the knob open. 

“What a hassle,” he hissed as he entered fully while he adjusted his collar.

As he raised his head to see Elena sitting on a swivel chair and turned in his direction, the door busted open and the guards rushed in, panting.

“Ma’am, I…”

“Get out,” she rolled her eyes.

Zeke stared at Elena closely and even though she had not aged a bit in the last six years, he could swear with everything in him that Elena was a changed person.

The wide smile that was on her face back there on the stage was nowhere to be found and all that was plastered across her face was a cold and almost intimidating stare.

She beckoned to the woman in the room with them to excuse and after she did, Elena pinned her eyes on Zeke with no slight change in her expression.

“U…uhm… Elena,” he stuttered as he rubbed his palms together.

When the woman did not answer, he breathed out nervously and said again, “Elena… It’s me.”

Finally, Elena leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, and then burst into laughter.

“So? Who are you?’ she scorned sarcastically.

“W… what?” mouth left hanging, Zeke asked.

This was Elena, right?

What was with the attitude and question?

Was she going to pretend as if she did not know him or what?

That was not possible. The Elena he knew was not the type to pretend in this way or…

“I just asked you a question, Mr. Russo.”

Zeke tilted his head in disbelief and scoffed gently. “Elena. Are you kidding?”

“Are you a thug?”

Zeke raised his brows, and shifted his weight on his left leg, “Excuse me?” 

“Did you go around in a suit fighting people because you could not have your way?”

“Elena?” 

“If you would ask me, Mr. Russo, I would say that you are a thug,” she shrugged and then stood from where she sat.

“Elena,” Zeke grabbed her arm with a frown.

Elena drew her brows together and then dropped her eyes on his hand that was on her arm.

“Why are you acting like this? I…”

“Let go,” she breathed out.

“We need to talk. Please, Elena, let’s…”

“We are not close enough to be on a first-name basis, MR. RUSSO,” she stressed out his name and then yanked her arm away.

Zeke has a lot of questions, and if you would ask him, he has forgotten.

Maybe because the woman before him was no longer what he had assumed her to be, or because the guilt from six years ago was still eating him.

Of course, it was still eating him. 

Aside from having treated her badly, he had not slept properly in the last six years as all he dreamt of was Elena, and the blood that filled his whole mansion six years ago.

Was the blood from her?

What exactly happened that night?

He was being taunted for not knowing the truth and the way he had gotten disconnected from the woman bothered him too. 

Aside from the message he received from her sister, Ariana six years ago, there was no other news from the family.

“Stay happy, Zeke. Because I would make you pay for everything that you have done to my sister.”

After he tried to call the line, it was disconnected from service.

Usually, he would have assumed that it was just the lady trying to make him feel bad for divorcing her sister, but he could not.

Not with the blood in that house especially.

Two days later when he had received that message from Ariana six years ago, he traveled down to her parents’ house as he could not reach Elena and Ariana.

However, to his greatest surprise, the family had moved out of the house the previous day and Mr. Baskerville, had hired a company manager to manage his company.

He needed not to be told that there was more… and it was bothering him… like crazy.

“Elena,” he turned to the woman who had already grabbed her bag and then proceeded to the door before he dashed after her.

“We need to talk,” he said as he got out of the room with her.

However, she halted which made him stop walking too and she turned her head gently over her shoulder in the guard’s direction.

“You are fired,” she blurted and then walked away.

Zeke left his mouth agape at her statement and then raised his brows.

Elena… has changed!