Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 5 ~ Shattered

ATHENA

Have you ever been through hell?

People have different versions of it. Mine is staring right at me with cold eyes and disgust that he could vomit me.

And that's the most pathetic thing about me. Knowing all this and still holding onto that sliver of hope. That maybe....

"I knew it! sneaky little bitch aren't you?" Ariana taunts.

"She is her mother's daughter indeed!" Gia adds.

Leah stands there. Like a damn wet cat and that is annoying as hell. Seeing her pretend to be a damsel in distress pisses me off.

Because I've seen her eyes when she looks at me.

Trust me, I know a bitch when I see one. And Leah Woods, sure is on the top of the mean table.

Alex's voice slices through the tension like a blade. Like everyone else is just noise he is trying to tune out.

"The guests have started arriving." His tone is calm and controlled-like he didn't just throw me to the wolves. "Let's not make a scene. We can discuss this later." He stands and grabs Leah by the hand and walks away.

My mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Someone should slap me.

I need a reality check.

Ariana looks ready to argue, her jaw tightening, but she holds back. Barely. I see the way her fingers twitch at her side like she's fighting the urge to follow them and tear Leah apart right here and now.

She knows how to bide her time though. She always does.

She's the most feared lawyer in Velmoria City, after all.

"Fix your son before I fix him!" She hisses to her husband.

"Athena, don't worry sweetheart. We know how to deal with a vixen like her! We won't let history repeat itself, especially in my family!"

Right.

History.

why I'm in this

was Mr. Wood's mistress who

husband's extracurricular activities, she had a heart attack and

the cause of his wife's death but thank God society

of wealth and power. Smiling. Laughing. Pretending like there wasn't nearly a war at this

I do the same.

the public I'm

orphan who received a scholarship from the

go on but Alex would squeeze my hand, and whisper, "Focus on me. What they think

me fall

the deal was

voice low. Pulling me out of my

"Are you okay?"

a small

You know that." His voice is soft, almost sympathetic

and force a

my mind

Searching.

person I can't

Alexander King...

crowd, the hall is

have pulled

know

An apology?

An explanation?

talk things

pause to compose

walk toward the

cold but because

My breath catches.

is in

her body trembling as she buries her face in

chest. Her shoulders shake-crying.