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.

a chaotic spiral dragging me down. I need to stop.

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I need focus.

I need calm.

with Alexander King still in

3 AM!

stares back at me.

louder

I push to my feet and march toward the

know

lose my goddamn mind if I don't

Maybe if I scream at him, I'll

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

he's with

thought slices through me like a

past him, that man is the epitome

I need-maybe I

a much more

completely. Maybe then, I'll

overthink it, I

The door creaks open.

Empty.

is untouched,

room is cold,

here all night.

He didn't come home.

creeps into

anger, but something

Something emptier.

Where is he?

it up and he decided they would stay at

bare feet

scent is still

leather and smoke and

makes my stomach

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drifts to the nightstand, where his watch usually rests. It's

Of course, it is.

man vanishes as easily as he

eyes for a brief second,

me, and then an idea strikes

in the same bed

he had a switch that I must say is very effective because he went from reserved but kind to full- blown

I have a thing for assholes otherwise Why

his bed with the intention

No.

That's not it.

him to find me

love of his life

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