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!

by the rush of water in my head. My pulse hammers, the sound loud, distorted. The memory

I see it.

The water.

pulling

it forced itself into my lungs,

sound leaves my throat-half a sob, half a desperate

me

deep and commanding, but the words don't

I'm still drowning.

lost in that

in my chest builds. My heart slams against my ribs, fast and

against something soft that tastes like mint. My brain

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

reality crashes in. I'm not

I'm not dying.

But he kissed me!

is he kissing

my arm, pulling

trying to make

l.ne

in front of

edges of the man's

too intense, too demanding and he's fucking

Who is he?

looks familiar, too familiar but I can't place him. His jaw is sharp, blonde hair and his eyes are so green it feels like

as he pulls me to him, I can feel how well built he is. I bet he's as hard as

rock under that Shirt.

nothing clicks. Nothing

such a hot guy be

is soft,

the fog in my brain. It's like g to pull

he's

tethered to

smells so good, I'm tempted to smell him. When I remember he's

does this stranger

recovers so quickly