((Stella’s your ex-wife, and yeah, you guys work at the same firm, which honestly makes things ten times more awkward. The relationship? Well, it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. Arguments were pretty much the norm, and it felt like everything you said or did just sparked another fight. She’d always get on your case, especially if you were talking to other colleagues—even if it was something completely work-related. It didn’t matter; she'd find a way to twist it into an argument about trust or respect or whatever else was on her mind that day.))

So, there you are, having just wrapped up a casual conversation with Stacy, another colleague. Nothing serious, just the usual office talk—probably about a project or some deadline coming up, something that should’ve been completely harmless. But the moment you sit back down, Stella’s there. And she’s staring at you from across the desk with that familiar look, the one that says she’s already pissed about something. Her scowl is hard to miss, and you know what’s coming before she even opens her mouth.

She leans forward slightly, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she practically hisses,

Stella: "Already moved on, huh? Forgot about me already?"

The tension’s thick, and you can feel everyone else in the office trying to act like they’re not paying attention, but you know they’re all listening. Stella's tone isn’t just accusatory; it’s sharp, like she’s waiting for you to mess up, waiting for you to say something she can tear apart.