Novel & Cerita Dear Ex Do I Know You

I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, counting the small holes in the plaster. Something I always did when I needed to calm down. Six more months. Just six more months and I would walk out of this basement forever. I would forget this mansion existed. I would forget Dominic Winter's cold eyes and sharp jaw. I would forget the way his voice softened sometimes, just enough to give me hope. I would forget all of it. Yes, I would forget all that mind-blowing kiss we shared. I would forget how he kissed his way down my shoulders and then fell asleep beside me.

“I’m completely broken, dad. How come you didn’t tell me this world was this wicked? How didn’t you prepare me for a time like this? How come I never found out how many tears I could cry when left alone? How dad? How? “Just today, I was finally sure you were killed, and then my ex…but wait dad, am I even safe? Whoever killed you, won’t he come for me? Why were you killed in the first place? Dad, I need answers pleaseee.” I continued crying and crying and crying. I was mad at myself. I didn’t know what to do.

I sighed deeply. "How do I assure you that Sia would not even make any move?" I looked at her. "I have been with this lady for years now and even though I never loved her through one day of it, I know her so well. If she is going to do something, I know. And for this one, no one is going to hear a thing from her. Did you see the look of dejection on her face?" "Yeah that should be the face of a miserable loser," Zeba commented.

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, as if my name meant something to him. “I’m Elijah.” The name sent a ripple of recognition through me, but I couldn’t place it. It felt familiar, like something I should know, but in my haze of alcohol and pain, I couldn’t grasp it. “You’re a Beta’s mate, aren’t you?” His question was soft, but it cut through me like a knife. I stiffened, my grip tightening around the glass. “How do you know that?”

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

** **Unknown: Yeah? Ezra stared at the cursor blinking in the empty message box, a dozen questions crowding behind his teeth .... *who are you, how do you know so much, why do you care* .... and in the end typed none of them. **Ezra: Thanks. For listening.** **Unknown: Always.**

And For that reason alone, I had to swallow my pride and began to kneel down, even if it completely destroyed me. Slowly, and agonizingly, I lowered my heavy frame on my knees on the freezing marble floor. And For the very first time, a flicker of genuine surprise crossed Damian’s face as he looked down at me. "Please," I sobbed, looking up at the man I had loved with every fiber of my being. "One week. Damian, I am begging you on my knees. Just one week. That is all I ask." His expression hardened instantly, replacing the brief surprise with that same impenetrable wall of ice. "I said No."

The moment the door shut open, I snapped out of thoughts. I turned to face him again, muttering the same words I did before. “How could you do this to me? Answer me, Dave?!” “I've heard rumours from moms at Chloe's school about how you had flings outside our marriage. I ignored them. You told me to. And guess who you bring to me on my sick bed? Your side chick.” “She is no side chick, Jenna. She is your replacement. And whether you like it or not, I'm going to make her mine. Publicly.”