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. I need to stop. I have an exam in

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I need focus.

I need calm.

there's no calm-not with Alexander King still in

3 AM!

stares back at

gets louder with

frustrated sigh, I push to my

know what

lose my goddamn

colorful insults his way first thing this morning. Maybe

thunders as I stop in front of his door. The

if he's

me like a blade, but I

wouldn't put it past him, that man is the

what I need-maybe I need to

much more intimate position

him break me completely. Maybe then, I'll

I grip the doorknob and

The door creaks open.

Empty.

bed is

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

here all night.

He didn't come home.

sensation creeps into my

not anger, but something

Something emptier.

Where is he?

they switch it up and he

step inside, my bare feet soundless against

scent is

smoke and something

my stomach

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nightstand, where his

Of course, it is.

vanishes as easily

a brief second, letting the silence

and then an idea strikes

to sleep in

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

have a thing for assholes otherwise Why

bed with the intention of

No.

That's not it.

walking towards it because I want him to find me

of his life

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