Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 16

Chapter 16 ~ In his bed

Chapter 16 In his bed

Athena

Four hundred and five.

Four hundred and six.

I keep counting, each number a desperate attempt to steady my breathing, to anchor

myself in something other than the storm of anger swirling inside me. But no matter how high I count, the fury doesn't ease. If anything, it builds-high, relentless.

I hate him.

I hate that arrogant bastard.

But what I hate more is the gnawing feeling in my chest-the lingering

warmth of his presence, the way my heart still

stutters at the memory of him standing there, defending me, saving me.

Saving me.

The words echo like a cruel taunt, and I bite my lip, hard enough to taste blood.

Why did he do it?

How did 'Alexander even know what was happening? It wasn't him I texted- it was Noah.

Noah.

My thumb hovers over my

phone, his name glowing on the screen. I should call him, and

ask if he said something to Alexander if that's how he found out. But something

holds me back-an invisible wall of guilt.

"How long have you been fucking my cousin?"

The memory of Alexander's voice, cold and venomous, slices through me again. My chest tightens.

Is that what he thinks of me? That I'm some pathetic girl throwing herself at his cousin?

An easy whore?

The insult burns deeper than it should. Because why does it matter

what he thinks?

Why do I care?

But then-why did he hit Noah?

Nothing makes sense anymore.

spiral dragging me down.

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I need focus.

I need calm.

with Alexander King still in

3 AM!

wall stares back

gets louder with each

I push to my feet and march toward the bedroom

don't know

I feel like I'll lose my goddamn mind if I don't

colorful insults his way first thing this morning. Maybe if

thunders as I stop in front of his door. The brass doorknob gleams

if he's with

through me like a blade, but I shove it

wouldn't put it past him, that man

that's what I need-maybe I need to

more intimate position

to watch him break me completely. Maybe then, I'll finally have the strength to

it, I grip the

The door creaks open.

Empty.

bed is untouched,

perfectly smooth. The air inside the room is cold, and sterile, as though no one

here all night.

He didn't come home.

creeps

anger,

Something emptier.

Where is he?

they switch it up and he decided they

inside, my bare

is

smoke and

makes my

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nightstand, where his watch usually rests. It's

Of course, it is.

vanishes as

close my eyes for a brief

then an

in the same bed until

must say is very effective

have a thing for assholes

bed with the intention

No.

That's not it.

because I want him to

love of his life

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