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

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I need focus.

I need calm.

Alexander

3 AM!

on the wall stares

gets louder with each

to my feet and march toward the

don't know what

I feel like I'll lose my

morning. Maybe if I scream at him,

door. The brass doorknob gleams under

if he's with

like a

wouldn't put it past him, that man

I need-maybe I need to

more intimate

completely. Maybe then, I'll finally

can overthink it, I grip the doorknob and

The door creaks open.

Empty.

is untouched, the

room is cold, and sterile, as though

here all night.

He didn't come home.

sensation creeps into

anger, but something

Something emptier.

Where is he?

it up and he decided they would stay

inside, my bare feet soundless against the

is

and smoke and something distinctly

my stomach

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

Of course, it is.

as easily as

close my eyes for a brief second,

then

in

was like he had a switch that I must say is very effective because he

a thing for assholes otherwise

his bed with the intention of sleeping in

No.

That's not it.

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

love of

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