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.

hell do you think you're doing?"

forcing my chin up even though

it comes

a step

I step back.

but halt my steps when

Did he follow us?

gives

sign that you're meant to be with me." He says with a cocky grin while He steps

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

girls." Alex growls as

resist those curves and that

a

away, and that's the worst part. The

see his face, but I can feel the shift

Tangible. Dangerous.

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

it's right in front of me.

words anyway. He just takes one step forward, and I see the challenge in

cold,

cut it with a knife,

my shaking voice will

arm, pulling

sit like a good girl. He joins

his phone, where he

throws the phone in the back seat and starts the

anger. And I swear all

not sure if it's at me

are cruising through the streets when

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

anything he can't

throat is so dry that I can barely

silence inside the car is louder than anything

veins bulging under the skin. His jaw is locked, his teeth grinding like he's holding

shift in my seat, swallowing hard, trying to breathe through the

the way his breaths are hard, fast, like he's one wrong word away from

whisper, though my throat