Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 21 ~ Shaken

Chapter 21 Shaken

Alex

She blinks at me and I lock my jaw. Seeing her

bruises and how she's in pain but trying to hide it is doing things to me that

shouldn't happen.

I kept telling myself I'm only here because I have to

save face but my heart knows it's bullshit.

I came because I wanted to be here. Fuck, I haven't even left since the day she fell.

Once she's better I'm going to turn this city upside down just so I can find the fucker who dared push her. I know this because I retrieved the deleted footage. They thought they were smart but nothing goes beyond Luc

"Well, I don't care." She argues. Making me sigh in frustration.

Her exams are over, but her professor said he'd make sure she gets to write

deferred. But I choose not to tell her so I can see how far she will go.

Pushing her buttons seems to be my favorite game lately.

She tries to stand but her legs give out and she falls forward.

I step closer and hold her as she falls into my arms like it's the most natural thing.

Her body is warm against mine, and for a split second, everything stops.

Her scent, that mix of something between vanilla and flowers, wraps around me and messes with my head. I can feel her heart

pounding, a loud rhythm that matches the storm in my chest.

Then, just as fast, she's shoving at me. Hard.

"Let go of me!" she snaps, her voice

hoarse but still carrying that bite I've come to know too well.

I don't move.

My grip on her waist stays firm-not because I want to hold

her, but because I know the moment I let go, she'll crumple to the floor again.

"Stop fighting me," I say through gritted teeth. "You can't even stand."

Her hand fists the front of my shirt, but it's not to steady herself-it's a protest.

"I'd rather fall on my face than have you touch me."

"Don't make me test that theory because I will." I retort.

sick part of me wants to let her go, just to prove a point. Let her hit the cold floor so she remembers that no matter how much she fights me, she still needs

Fuck it.

I can't.

like someone is

in control. Of my actions, emotions, and everything I

tells me that's about to be a thing of the

my arms stay

being so damn difficult?" I

flash. "I didn't ask you to be here. I don't need you, Alex. No one else is here. So

in it. "Yeah? Is that why

to me right now?"

grip tightens for a moment. Her eyes move to her hands and

I let her go, but not before making sure

me, her chest rising and

both. "You're so

showed up doesn't mean I owe you

step back, running a hand through my hair. "Trust me, sweetheart, I

flat on the floor. That would have saved us both the

I fell on the back of

whispers and I'm tempted to spew more nonsense about how I'd rather break mine that let her go through

"Yes." My voice responds.

It's flat but audible.

She nods.

you can marry

"Yes."

"How long?" She asks.

I furrow my brows.

"How long what?"

long would it take you to marry her if

2/4

steps in. A man in his late 40s with too

his hair.

I don't like him.

it if I ask for

feeling dear?" He asks and my

Dear?

with

your body," he says to her,

she can respond, I

a female doctor," I say, jaw

doctors available until tomorrow. I can assure

Sir?

new in the

out a frustrated sigh behind

"Alex, stop being ridiculous."

he your boyfriend?"

more he opens his mouth to speak,

the temptation of cutting

voice box grows.

"No."