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,

grip the edge of my seat,

to use the bathroom," I say, my voice

don't wait

away, each step careful,

But inside?

Inside, I am unraveling.

as though a band is wrapped around my ribs, squeezing tighter

and I blink rapidly to keep the burn behind my

blanks in my head, so I don't know

my marriage is not only a secret,

why did we

lost in my thoughts, I

out to catch me before I can

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

trying to knock

blink up at him, caught completely

the hard, polished, dangerous kind

eyes sparkle with amusement, framed by thick lashes, and his black hair is neatly trimmed, giving him a clean look that

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

shirt inside, open slightly at the collar, and tucked neatly,

It's definitely a prince.

you alright?" he asks, one brow quirked, his hands still firm around my waist,

cheeks burn as I step

if all women here bump into

despite myself, rolling

with women you

me a grin that could probably

up line

knows

such attitude would repel me, but this one seems bearable, or maybe I'm just desperate for conversation. So I don't

shake my head, my lips

"That's pretty lame."

lines then." He glances over my shoulder, as if wondering who I

"Just needed some fresh air.

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

blink at him, caught off guard again. "Do you always guess people's

"Only

glances down at his second glove and starts to put it on

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

He winks, and I roll

laugh is

Who is this man?

tell me,

blink, confused. "Ride

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