Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 42 ~ His rage

ATHENA

I follow him.

Every step feels heavier than the last, like the air itself is thick with something unspoken.

My boots click hard against the stone path matching the way my heart is beating hard against my chest, but all I can focus on is the man in front of me, shoulders tense, hands still shoved in his pockets like if he takes them out, he might just break something.

Or someone.

I glance back once. Zayan is still standing there, watching us disappear, a frown

on his lips like he's debating if he should step in.

Don't, I beg silently. You'll only make it worse.

Alex doesn't say a word.

He leads me past rows of horses and stables, out of sight from the others, until we reach a quiet corner surrounded by tall hedges.

Hidden.

Trapped.

He finally stops, but he doesn't turn around.

This is the point when I feel like running away. But to where? I stay with the man.

The same music from before can be heard again, and I wonder if it was Alex that stopped the parade.

Would he, though?

For me?

"Alex" I start, my voice softer than I want it to be.

His shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath, and then, slowly, he turns to face

me.

His eyes are cold. So cold it feels like they could slice right through me.

the hell do you think you're doing?" he

swallow hard, forcing my chin up even though my hands are shaking at

I offer weakly, but it comes out more

a step

I step back.

I announce and turn but halt my steps when I come face to face with

Did he follow us?

gives

meeting like this. I might take this as a sign that you're meant to be with me." He says with a cocky

hairs on my body rise and not in a heartwarming way. I'm still thinking of

yourself, Brown. She's not one of those girls." Alex growls as he shields me

resist those

a predator about to

right away, and that's the worst

can't see his face, but I can

Tangible. Dangerous.

arrogant or too stupid, chuckles

me for appreciating beauty when it's right in front of me. I mean, you did stop the parade for her,

I see the challenge in Arnold's eyes. A part of me wonders who he is

cold,

can cut it with

I whisper, hoping my shaking voice will

as he turns and grabs my arm, pulling me to the

passenger door, I rush toward and sit like a good girl. He joins me on the

phone, where

phone in the back seat and starts

And I swear all his green eyes are

I'm not sure if it's at me

are cruising through the streets when I hold onto my

although I'm not worried at all. Alex

wouldn't do anything he

try to speak, but my throat is so dry that I can

the car is

so tight his knuckles are white, veins bulging under the skin. His jaw is locked, his teeth grinding like he's holding back words that could tear the

seat, swallowing hard, trying to breathe through the thick tension

that terrifies me, the way his breaths are hard, fast, like he's one wrong word

though my throat feels