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 asks

forcing my chin up even though

weakly, but it comes out more like a

a step

I step back.

but halt my steps when I come

Did he follow us?

man gives me

that you're meant to be

I'm still thinking of a comeback when I feel a hard grip on my

not one of those girls."

couldn't resist those curves

a predator about to

speak right away, and that's the worst

but I can

Tangible. Dangerous.

too 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

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

that cold, silent

you can cut it

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

my arm, pulling me to the parking lot where his SUV is

a good girl. He

phone, where

furiously. He then throws the phone in

swear all his green eyes

I'm not sure if it's at me or

streets when

not

wouldn't do anything he can't

but my throat is so dry that

car is louder

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 tear

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

that terrifies me, the way his breaths

whisper, though my throat feels like