Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 36 ~ Triggered

ATHENA

"How long have we been married?" I ask as Alex opens the door.

"Three years." He responds.

His voice is distant but his touch is gentle and it makes me wonder what type of marriage we've had.

It's been a week since I've been in the hospital and I got sick of it. I wanted to come home, but I didn't know where my home was when Ariana, who happens to be my mother-in-law, told me she's my family.

If it was up to her, I would have moved into their house before moving back with Alex and it made me realize immediately that his family is warm and they seem to like me.

Although, from how awkward it's been, I couldn't help but wonder if there is love between us.

"Oh my God!" The gasp leaves my mouth as I drink in the view. I knew it was a beautiful house just from the view on our way here, but I wasn't so sure, but now I am.

"You like it?" His deep voice reaches my ear and I jump about to turn when I lose my balance but he holds me before my ass can kiss the floor.

"Careful."

Thump

Thump

My heart beats so loud I'm afraid it will burst. I can't look at him so I stare at his chest since he's so fucking tall.

Feeling like I'm being burnt from how hot my skin is, I pull away and clear my throat,

"Yes. Uhm... it's beautiful."

He nods and grabs my bag and steps in.

"I'll get a bath started for you but first I'll show you your room." He announces and

I nod.

My room.

Not our room.

"Do we sleep separately?" I ask.

realizing what he's just said when he

The doctor advised us to since I may

lie.

the cozy living room and upstairs to the right where he holds the

and words dry

The room is... breathtaking.

highlighting the luxurious, yet

cream-colored sheets, and the

rich is

have cost millions, give or

only has a bed, a bathroom, and a study

crosses

"What about my clothes?"

the closet, across the

Yep. Totally cost millions.

This is my room.

nothing about it feels

my fingers trailing over the expensive-looking

untouched, too neat, too... distant. Like a place I live in but never truly existed in. Although a part of me wonders if we did live here

Alex, who stands

me

is unreadable,

if he's waiting for my

"This

with something I can't name before

the edge of the bed, testing the softness.

lips press into a thin line.

way he says it, like dealing with me is

twist

him.

A beat of silence.

he shifts. "Down

something unfamiliar

I don't remember him. I don't remember us. But the idea

in separate rooms makes my chest feel

I don't know why.

answers. But something about the way he

I nod, my voice

but he