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.

in this damn mess in the first

mother, Julian, was Mr. Wood's

discovering her husband's extracurricular activities, she had a

his wife's death but thank God society is unforgiving and has

rises to greet the arriving guests, slipping into their masks of wealth and power. Smiling. Laughing. Pretending like there wasn't nearly

I do the same.

to the public I'm not Alex's

from the Kings Foundation and happens to be

would squeeze my hand, and whisper, "Focus on me. What

it made me fall

was to divorce after three years

steps closer, his voice low. Pulling

"Are you okay?"

small nod. "Of

me, Athena. You know that." His voice is soft, almost sympathetic and I

turn and force a smile, "Seriously, I

my mind

Searching.

the one person I

Alexander King...

him a small smile as I weave through the crowd, the hall is effortlessly captivating

Alex have pulled

know what

An apology?

An explanation?

to talk things

wind hits my face and I pause to compose myself. I wrap my hands

toward the pool area

of the cold but because of what I

My breath catches.

in

slim fingers clutch his jacket, her body trembling as she buries

chest. Her shoulders shake-crying.