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.

you think you're doing?" he asks

up even though my hands are shaking at

but it comes

takes a step

I step back.

turn but halt my steps when

Did he follow us?

gives me the

take this as a sign that you're meant to be

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

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

I just couldn't resist those curves

body tenses like a

and that's the worst part. The

I can feel the shift in the

Tangible. Dangerous.

stupid, chuckles like

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

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

that cold, silent

tension is so thick you can cut it with

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

jaw as he turns and grabs my arm, pulling me to the parking lot where

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

phone, where

in the back seat and starts the

swear all his green eyes are seeing

this point, I'm not sure if

are cruising through the streets when I hold onto my

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

do anything he can't

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

inside 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 world

seat, swallowing hard, trying to breathe through the

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

to whisper, though my throat feels like sandpaper.