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, dangerously

forcing my chin up even though my hands are shaking at

it comes out more like a

takes a

I step back.

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

Did he follow us?

man gives me the

this as a sign that you're meant to

and not in a heartwarming way. I'm still thinking of a comeback when I feel a

Brown. She's not one of those girls." Alex growls

resist those curves and

like a predator about

that's the worst part. The silence before the

see his face, but I can feel

Tangible. Dangerous.

arrogant or too stupid, chuckles like this is some kind of

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

just takes one step forward, and I see the challenge in Arnold's eyes. A part of me wonders who

cold,

thick you can cut it with a knife,

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

my arm, pulling me to the parking

I rush toward and sit like a good girl. He joins me

phone, where he

furiously. He then throws the phone in the back

And I swear all his green eyes are seeing is

not sure if it's at

the streets when I hold onto my seat

is pumping wildly, although I'm not worried at

do anything he can't

but my throat is so dry that I can barely get anything

is louder than anything Arnold

are white, veins bulging under the skin. His jaw is locked, his teeth grinding

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

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

though my