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.

in my chest tightens, sharp and

edge of my seat, pushing

bathroom," I say, my voice

don't wait for a

away, each

But inside?

Inside, I am unraveling.

chest tightens as though a band is wrapped around my ribs,

scent of vanilla still lingers in my nose, and I blink rapidly to keep the burn behind my eyes at

I have blanks in my head, so I don't know what the hell is going on,

is not only a secret, but i fear he

why did we get

my thoughts,

shoot out to catch me before

deep voice rumbles, warm and smooth like melted chocolate. He has a british accent, which is highly noticeable as he

someone or trying to

up at him,

hard, polished, dangerous kind like Alex. No, this man is

trimmed, giving him a clean look that somehow

me pause, black riding boots, slim white riding pants that tuck perfectly into them, and a fitted dark

open slightly at the collar, and tucked neatly, giving him a regal air, like he just stepped out of some royal

It's definitely a prince.

his hands still firm

Sorry," I stammer, feeling my cheeks burn as I step back quickly like his touch burned

smiles, tilting his head. "No need to be sorry. Though I must say, if all

laugh despite myself,

always flirt with women you

me a grin that could

pick up line

knows that,

would repel me, but this one seems bearable, or maybe

head, my

"That's pretty lame."

glances over my shoulder, as if wondering who I was

keeping my tone casual. "Just needed some

leans in slightly, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or maybe a certain someone's

guard again. "Do you always guess people's secrets for

"Only

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

you belong in a place like this," he says casually, shoving his hands into his riding gloves, but there's no judgment in his tone - only curiosity. "Trust me,

He winks, and

laugh

Who is this man?

tell me, do

blink, confused. "Ride

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