Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 39

Chapter 39 ~ A riding prince

ATHENA

"I'll be on the other side as I wait for the final parade. It was a pleasure to meet you miss....."

"Dawson." I respond. Unsure if it's a good idea from how Alex is staring daggers at Arnold who looks unbothered.

"Thank you for inviting me over, Alex." The woman speaks right after the creep

walks away.

"You're welcome." He responds in a tone ive never heard him use on me.

My fingers curl into fists in my lap, nails pressing into my palms as the scent of vanilla wraps around me like an unwelcome embrace.

She stops beside Alex, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips, and I watch their silent exchange.

"Athena." She finally acknowledges with a smile so plastic, a Barbie doll has nothing on her.

"Hello." I respond, keeping my voice neutral in case I'm wrong about her.

She knows my name while I don't, and it unsettles me.

"I heard what happened to you," she says, her voice full of concern, and I almost raise my brow. "I'm sorry about that."

I force a polite smile, even as her words dig under my skin.

"No need to be. I'm now perfectly fine, thanks to my caring husband." I offer her a smile of my own and her eye twitches.

"That's wonderful. Alex is a caring man, indeed." she continues, her brown eyes scanning my face as if expecting me to cower.

Not happening, sister.

"My name is Leah."

Leah.

The name sits heavy in my chest.

I nod stiffly. "Nice to meet you... again."

She lets out a quiet laugh, the sound delicate, reserved, and poised. Then, without hesitation, she takes the seat on Alex's other side, leaning in like it's second nature.

I watch as her hand skim the fabric of his suit sleeve, as if she has every right to touch him. She laughs at nothing he's said, but he tolerates her, which tells me all I need to know.

She's the other woman.

Alex doesn't move away.

He doesn't acknowledge her touch.

But he doesn't push her aside either.

my chest tightens,

edge of

bathroom,"

wait for

turn and walk away, each step careful,

But inside?

Inside, I am unraveling.

step away, my chest tightens as though a band is wrapped around my ribs, squeezing tighter

of vanilla still lingers in my nose, and I blink rapidly to keep

in my head, so

is not only a secret, but

did

corner, lost in my thoughts, I crash right into

hands shoot out to catch me

melted chocolate. He has a british accent, which is

from someone or trying to knock

him, caught

the hard, polished, dangerous kind like

black hair is neatly trimmed, giving him

makes me pause, black riding boots, slim white riding pants that

has a white dress shirt inside, open slightly at the collar, and tucked neatly, giving him a regal

It's definitely a prince.

brow quirked, his hands still firm around my waist, steadying

cheeks burn as I step back quickly like

say, if all women here bump into

myself, rolling my

you always flirt with women you

the pretty ones," he says, flashing me a grin that

up line is

knows that, and

or maybe I'm just desperate for

shake my head, my lips

"That's pretty lame."

lines then." He glances over my shoulder, as if wondering who I was running from. "So? What's got you running like you're

casual. "Just needed some fresh air.

mischief. "Or maybe a certain

guard again.

"Only when

I can respond, he glances down at his second glove and starts to put it on while looking back

this," he says casually, shoving his hands into his riding gloves, but there's no judgment in his tone - only curiosity. "Trust me, I don't," I

work on that." He winks, and I roll

laugh is

Who is this man?

me, do

blink, confused. "Ride

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