Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 34 ~ Do you know me?

ATHENA

My chest aches.

I can't breathe.

Everything feels wrong. Too loud. Too bright.

I blink, and the world feels... foreign. Unfamiliar. My head spins, like I'm coming back from somewhere far away, somewhere cold, and the weight of the air is too thick. I try to move, but my body doesn't respond. It's like I'm trapped under something, unable to get out.

The feeling of drowning is still in my throat, in my lungs, like I never really came up for air.

Am I dead?

I try to focus, to make sense of what's around me.

The loud beeping sound of the machine and a deep voice that keeps calling me pulls me back.

But the weight in my chest, it's not just the air.

It's the memory.

The bubbles, lack of oxygen, and the pain I felt from my nose go all the way to my chest.

I don't know where I am.

I don't know how I got here.

My heart races, and I try to breathe, but the air feels like it's suffocating me. I gasp, my body jerking with panic, desperate for a full breath.

I feel like I'm falling. Sinking deep in the water, making it hard for me to breathe.

I gasp, but it doesn't feel like it's enough. The air is there, I know it is, but my

lungs won't take it in. My throat burns, my body seizes, and for a terrifying second, I swear I'm still underwater.

The weight of the water crushes me, pressing down on my chest, filling my lungs with nothing but panic. My fingers claw at the sheets, gripping them like a lifeline, but they slip through my hands like water. Like I'm sinking all over again.

No. No. I can't go through this again please!

ears, but it's drowned out by the rush of water in my head. My pulse hammers, the

I see it.

The water.

endless, pulling me

as it forced itself into my lungs, the way my body fought, then slowed, then

leaves my throat-half a sob, half a desperate

shake me, grounding me in the present, but I can't focus.

deep and commanding, but the words

I'm still drowning.

in that cold,

chest builds. My heart slams against my ribs, fast and frantic, like it's trying

mint. My brain wrecks as I

fly open, the world tilting violently. The too-bright lights. The blurred figure above me. The

gasping as reality crashes in. I'm not

I'm not dying.

But he kissed me!

is he kissing

my arm, pulling me back from

blink again, trying to make sense

l.ne

front of me.

edges of the man's

intense, too demanding and he's fucking

Who is he?

hair and his eyes are so green it feels like when you look at him for

how well built he is. I bet

rock under that Shirt.

nothing clicks.

would such a hot guy

is soft, but

the fog in my brain. It's like

he's

tethered

good, I'm tempted to smell him. When I remember he's a complete stranger making me back away and shrink

stranger know my

recovers so quickly I wonder if I