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

edge of my

use the bathroom," I say, my

don't wait

walk away, each step careful,

But inside?

Inside, I am unraveling.

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

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

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

know that my marriage is not only a secret, but i

did

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

hands shoot out to catch me before I

melted chocolate. He has a british accent, which

from someone or trying to knock

blink up at him, caught completely off

polished, dangerous

thick lashes, and his black hair is neatly trimmed, giving him a clean look that somehow makes him

it's his outfit that makes me pause, black riding boots, slim white riding pants that tuck perfectly into them, and a fitted dark navy blazer with silver

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

It's definitely a prince.

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

stammer, feeling my cheeks burn as I

to be sorry. Though I must say, if all women here bump into me like that, I might

myself,

you always flirt with women you almost

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

pick up line

feel he knows

this one seems bearable, or maybe I'm just desperate for conversation. So I don't cry myself

my head, my

"That's pretty lame."

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

tone casual. "Just needed some

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

off guard again. "Do you always guess

"Only when

respond, he glances down at his second glove and starts to put it

he says casually, shoving his hands into his riding gloves, but

can work on that." He winks, and I roll my

his laugh

Who is this man?

me,

blink, confused. "Ride

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