The Ex Effect

Prologue

Prologue

They were just a lesson..They were just a lesson.

Keep repeating those words until you understand them clearly. You did NOT love this person, you did NOT even love yourself at the time they came into your life.

Be honest, how can your dysfunctional situationship be classified as true love. We all know what love should really be like. We've been watching it in movies. Reading it in books and dreaming about it in fairy-tales for years, yet for some reason in real life we settle for this fuckery...they were just a lesson.

Estafania Olivares lived by that little speech.

Ever since she was little, she could remember being practically obsessed with the look of pure emotion on the faces of passers by.

Her first fatal knee scrape had happened when her father was teaching her how to ride a bike and she had gotten distracted by the look of pure joy his features had contoured to when she had finally gotten a hang of the damn complicated gadget.

He looked absolutely impressed and proud of her small accomplishment that she let her mind stray from the goal which then leaded to a pretty deep scraped knee.

As she grew older, she loved seeing the looks couples got when they were together..completely besotted with each others presence.

She loved seeing the looks kids got when they got presents or when they had studied hard for a test and actually passed..she just loved seeing the lines move around in a synchronised manner to form a beautiful picture.

But not every contour could lead to a nice picture..the lines may be moving around your face to form a frown, or a scowl..and she loved seeing it all.

As she stared at the large wedding picture delivered to her office; the second one that week..she felt herself grin.

She had successfully joined two people together once again.

You see, Estafania worked day and night under her own supervision seeing as she was a match-maker.

There were the bad times..where she'd have to watch some one breakdown because a sleaze of an ex had taken their heart and shattered it into a trillion pieces and the good times like now; where she'd have wedding pictures of two people she had joined together, happy.

She wasn't in a relationship of her own but that doesn't mean she dint harbour any emotions.

Estafania had orchestrated a handful of rules and sayings to guide her everyday life. There were things she didn't allow herself to do and things she would deprave from herself if she had given into the temptation and actually did something against her rules.

She wasn't crazy.

She just wanted to be in complete control of her life.

You know, we all had that one relationship where you think; he's the one.

Everything about him is perfect. His hair, his laugh, his smile, his eyes, the way he treats you..everything from head to toe was perfect.

But studies have shown that when a human is in a relationship, the amount of emotions and feelings their significant other make them feel tends to block out the flaws of that relationship.

She could remember how perfect she thought it all was. She was a bean sized step away from saying I do at the alter.

She had moved all of her belongings into his house and even made a court appointment to put his name on all of her achievements; why? She doesn't even know.