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,

the edge of my seat,

need to use the bathroom," I say,

wait for

and walk away,

But inside?

Inside, I am unraveling.

my chest tightens as though a band is wrapped around

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

I have blanks in my head, so I don't know

not only a secret,

did we

lost in my thoughts, I crash right

to catch me before I can topple

smooth like melted chocolate. He has a british accent, which is highly

trying

up at him,

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

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

his outfit that makes me pause, black riding boots, slim white riding pants that tuck perfectly into them,

shirt inside, open slightly at the collar, and tucked neatly, giving him a regal air, like he

It's definitely a prince.

you alright?" he asks, one brow quirked, his hands still

feeling my cheeks burn as I step back quickly

if all women here bump into me like that, I might

despite myself,

always flirt with

ones," he says, flashing me a grin that could probably melt

line is

feel he knows that, and

attitude would repel me, but this one seems bearable, or maybe I'm

head, my

"That's pretty lame."

as if wondering who I was running from. "So? What's got you running like

"Just needed some fresh air. Crowds aren't really

mischief. "Or

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

"Only

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

look like 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, I don't," I respond

that." He winks, and I roll my

laugh

Who is this man?

me, do

confused. "Ride

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