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 tangled mess, a chaotic spiral dragging me down. I need to stop. I have an

1/4

I need focus.

I need calm.

with Alexander King still in my

3 AM!

stares

louder with each

sigh, I push to my

don't know

like I'll lose

insults his way first thing this morning. Maybe if I scream at him,

stop in front of his door. The brass doorknob gleams under the soft hallway light,

he's

through me like a blade, but I shove

past him, that man is the

what I need-maybe I need to

more intimate

completely. Maybe then, I'll finally have the strength

it, I grip

The door creaks open.

Empty.

bed is untouched,

room is cold, and sterile, as

here all night.

He didn't come home.

creeps into

anger,

Something emptier.

Where is he?

up and he decided

bare feet soundless against

scent is still

smoke and

makes my stomach

2/4

where his watch

Of course, it is.

man vanishes as easily as

a brief second,

then

in

say is very effective

I have a thing for assholes otherwise

the

No.

That's not it.

want him

love of his life

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