Chapter 25 ~ Because it's a fake Marriage

Chapter 25 - Because it's a fake Marriage

Athena

The door shuts and I keep my face forward, like I haven't heard him walk in.

I arrived a few hours ago with

Ryan helping me while my husband probably went to lay off some steam with the love of his life.

I tried to shower but it's been

a bitch because I'm still so sore and I almost died in there.

I imagined Ryan's face pale when he heard my scream but couldn't come in.

Alex would kill him.

My entire body is in pain but I'd rather die than show that weakness.

"How are you feeling?" His deep voice caresses my skin.

But I harden my heart and fix my face.

"Fine."

"Athena."

"I'm tired, Alex. Let me just watch TV in peace."

Silence settles

between us, heavy and suffocating. I keep my eyes glued to the screen, even though I'm not really watching. I can

feel him standing there, his

presence pressing down on me, but I refuse to look at him.

I hear him sigh, then the rustling of fabric as he moves. I expect him to leave, but

instead, he walks closer. I tense when I feel the

slightly beside

said you almost fell in

there's an edge

Ryan talks too much. Fire him

Alex exhales through his

He doesn't like when I dismiss things,

no right to

he left me behind without a second

I understand he did it to protect Nana but couldn't he

pain," he states pulling me out of my angry

is annoying as

angry. When

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"I'm fine."

hear a scoff. "You can't even

leave. No one asked you to sit here and

a moment, there's silence again, thick with tension. Then,

remote, and before I can

shuts off.

toward him, glaring.

the place. Which, technically, he does. "If you don't want to talk, then I don't see why you need

"Alex-"

watching me with those cold, unreadable eyes.

hating how easily he gets under my skin. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be with

taste bitter coming

ost fell

ran out of

"Too bad I don't have wings. I'd have flown if

words hit harder than they should. I hate that

exactly where to aim, how to twist the knife just

a laugh, though there's nothing funny about this. "At

me like I'm some

"You're mad," he states.

Alex." I shift slightly, but the pain makes me wince. He notices. Of course, he does. His eyes darken, his

whatever he's about to say, but he

stands and disappears into

stare after him, confused, until he returns with a bottle of painkillers and

them," he orders, holding them

I don't move.

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