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.

dragging me down. I need to stop. I have

1/4

I need focus.

I need calm.

no calm-not with Alexander King still in

3 AM!

wall stares back at me. The

louder with each

frustrated sigh, I push to my feet and march toward the bedroom

don't know

feel like I'll lose my goddamn mind if I

morning. Maybe if

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

if he's

me like a blade, but I

put it past him, that man is the epitome

need-maybe I need to

much more

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

can overthink it, I grip the doorknob and

The door creaks open.

Empty.

is untouched,

perfectly smooth. The air inside the room is cold, and sterile, as

here all night.

He didn't come home.

strange sensation creeps into

relief, not anger, but something

Something emptier.

Where is he?

up and he decided they

bare feet soundless against the

scent is still

leather and smoke and something distinctly

makes my

2/4

nightstand, where his watch usually rests.

Of course, it is.

vanishes as

for a brief second, letting the silence

and then an idea

in

a switch that I must say is very effective because he went from reserved but

have a thing for assholes otherwise

with the intention

No.

That's not it.

towards it because I want him to find me in it as

love of his life

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