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.

think you're doing?" he asks quietly,

forcing my chin up even though my hands are shaking at my

it comes out more

a step

I step back.

announce and turn but halt

Did he follow us?

gives me the

a sign that you're meant

thinking of a comeback when I feel a hard grip on my arm pulling

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

smiles, "My bad. I just couldn't resist those curves

body tenses like a

speak right away, and that's the

but I can feel the shift in the

Tangible. Dangerous.

stupid, chuckles like this is some kind of

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

to that, not by words anyway. He just takes one step forward, and I see the challenge

that cold,

can cut

please let's go." I whisper, hoping my shaking voice will snap him

my arm, pulling me to the

rush toward and sit like a good girl.

his phone, where he

furiously. He then throws the phone in the back seat

all his green

if it's at me or at

are cruising through the streets when I hold onto

I'm not worried at

do anything he can't

speak, but my throat is so dry that I can barely get

silence inside the car is louder than anything

the skin. His jaw is locked, his teeth grinding

swallowing hard, trying to breathe through the thick tension suffocating the space

the sound of him that terrifies me, the way his breaths are

I manage to whisper, though my throat feels like sandpaper.