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.

chest tightens, sharp

the edge of my seat, pushing myself

bathroom," I say, my voice

wait for

turn and walk away, each

But inside?

Inside, I am unraveling.

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

I blink rapidly to keep the burn behind

head, so I don't know what the hell is going

my marriage is not only a secret,

did we get

as I round the corner, lost in my thoughts, I crash right into a

to catch

rumbles, warm and smooth like melted chocolate.

someone or trying

at him, caught completely

the hard, polished, dangerous kind like Alex.

by thick lashes, and his black hair is neatly trimmed, giving him a clean look that somehow makes him seem more like a prince out of a storybook

it's his outfit that makes me pause, black riding boots, slim white riding pants that tuck perfectly into them, and a

tucked neatly, giving him a regal air, like he just stepped out of

It's definitely a prince.

asks, one brow quirked, his hands

burn as I step back

tilting his head. "No need to be sorry. Though I must say, if all women here bump into me

despite myself, rolling my

you always flirt with women

flashing me a grin that

pick up line is totally

knows that, and

seems bearable, or maybe I'm just desperate for conversation. So I don't cry myself out in the

my head, my

"That's pretty lame."

wondering who I was running from. "So? What's got you running like you're about to set fire to the

casual. "Just needed some

eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or maybe a certain someone's getting under

him, caught off guard again. "Do you

chuckles. "Only when I'm

before I can respond, he glances down at his second glove and starts

he says casually, shoving his hands into his riding gloves, but there's no judgment in his tone - only

winks, and I

laugh

Who is this man?

me, do

blink, confused. "Ride

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