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

chin up even though my

it comes out more like a

takes a step

I step back.

at home." I announce and turn but halt my steps when

Did he follow us?

gives

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

in a heartwarming way. I'm still thinking of a comeback when I feel a hard grip on my arm pulling

of those girls." Alex growls as he shields me behind

I just couldn't resist those

tenses like a

the worst part. The

see his face, but I

Tangible. Dangerous.

arrogant or too stupid, chuckles like

me for appreciating beauty when it's right in front of me. I mean, you did stop the parade for her, didn't you?"

takes one step forward, and I see the challenge

cold,

is so thick you can cut it with a knife, and I shift

my shaking voice will snap him out of

his jaw as he turns and grabs my arm,

toward and sit like a good girl.

his phone, where

furiously. He then throws the phone in the back seat and starts

And I swear all his green eyes are seeing is

sure if it's at me

streets when I hold onto my

pumping wildly, although I'm not worried at all. Alex

anything he can't

is so dry that

silence inside the car is louder than anything Arnold

the steering wheel 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

hard, trying to breathe

the way his breaths are hard, fast, like he's one

whisper, though my throat