OUR DIVORCE.

Elena stopped walking occasionally while she stopped to greet the people that were rushing up to her even though she could still feel Zeke’s presence behind her.

Of course, she knew that people would want to talk to her, secure a meeting, and all of that after tonight’s unveiling but what she was not expecting was her ex-husband crawling up to her in that manner.

“I have been trying to meet with you, Ms. Baskerville,” one of the older businessmen said to her and she forced a smile and nodded her head.

Was she aware that Zeke was going to be present at tonight’s event?

No.

But she hoped that he would be. 

She wanted to see his reaction when he saw her six years later, and not to lie, she loved the mystery that was plastered across his face.

Zeke was nothing like she used to know. Although she had watched all of his achievements on the internet and how he had risen to one of the top three billionaires in the whole of America. Still, the media did little justice to his current look.

The Zeke that she used to know had a very fine face that you would not even spot a pimple but seeing the man with his evident under bag eyes right there? 

She could only wonder what was going on.

She excused herself from the man and then proceeded to walk to where her chauffeur was.

“Elena!” 

He called her name in a whisper as he walked after her till she reached the basement then pulled her arm again.

If there was something she hated so much in the last six years, it was being touched with no permission.

Her family knew that, and she could only make an exception to only two people at the moment.

She clenched her fist and then turned to look at him, her lips twitched upward.

“W… what is going on, Elena?”

He asked her and she stared at him with a tilted head.

“If you ask me a question like this, Mr. Russo, I would not know where to answer you from,” she said, ever calmly.

“What the fuck is Mr. Russo?! I am Zeke!”

“So?”

She watched as he ran his hand in his hair rather roughly and released his grip on her arm. 

Why was she enjoying this reaction from him?

Was it because he used to have the upper hand?

Remembering six years ago made her stomach tied in a knot so much that she could even puke at her stupidity.

She had loved him so much that she put herself behind.

She placed him first in everything. She worried about him alone and left herself behind.

If she could go back in time, she would go back to those times when she had been unnecessarily stupid for this man.

“Elena, let’s talk. Please.”

“Why? The last time I checked, we had absolutely nothing to talk about and I would rather appreciate it if it stays at that,” she said with a short bow and then turned to leave.

Again, more roughly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. “You are my wife! I deserved to know the truth!” He hollered at her face.

Elena parted her lips at the audacity of her ex-husband and scoffed.

“Were.”

She stated, softly.

“What?”

“Were, Zeke. I am not your wife. I was your wife and I regret ever being that!” She yanked her arm away.

“You are my wife, Elena. I never let you go. We could have ironed things out. You left without telling me!”

Oh… now he was going to blame her?

Because she did not understand him right now and would appreciate it if he could enlighten her better.

She left without telling him?

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You know for a fact that I am serious, Elena. Let’s talk. We have a lot to talk about and…”

“Don’t be unfortunate, Zeke!”

Her voice raised and she exhaled while taking a glance around.

The last thing she wanted was to enter a scandal on just the first day that she got announced.

“Are you still mad about what happened six years ago? We can talk about it and I will…”

“If it were up to me, I would act like you don’t exist in my past. Can we both maintain that lane?”

“No, I can not do that. Why should I agree to that bullshit?”

“Bullshit? This was what you fucking wanted! Are you insane?”

“That was then, not anymore. I have searched for you for the past six years and I will not let you go now that I have met you. Let’s go back home, and talk about things.”

Elena feared for a second at the obsessive aura that was oozing from him.

He had never acted like this with her before.

No, she had never seen him act like this with anyone.

He looked like a madman.

If he was given the chance, he looked like he could carry her right here and throw her at the booth of his car.

What was going on?

Why is that happening?

Why had her ex-husband gone crazy?

“Home?” She raised her brows.

“Elena, let’s talk. If you would ask me, I will tell you that I have thousands of things to ask you and I could go mad if I do not have the answers to them,” he panted like he had been in a race for the past an hour.

“Zeke, if YOU would ask me, I would say you have gone mad already,” she stressed her words on purpose, shaking her head.

“That is why we need to talk,” he said.

“Get yourself checked up, Mr. Russo,” she nodded her head and then turned to leave.

“Elena!” He hurried after her again.

“Get off me, Zeke. I never want to see you again!”

“No, you are mistaken. I am your husband and you can’t push me…”

“We are divorced, goddamn it!” She hollered and stopped walking again.

Why was he getting on her nerves?

Why did he keep talking about being her husband?

“D… divorced? We are not,” he shook his head.

Elena nodded her head and turned to leave again. Maybe he had indeed gone crazy. It was just yet to be found out.

“I never applied for our divorce.”

And she stopped walking.

“What?” She raised a brow.

“I never submitted our divorce documents,” he repeated, and a soft smile spread across his lips.