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

hard, forcing my chin up even though my

I offer weakly, but it

takes a

I step back.

announce and turn but halt my steps when I

Did he follow us?

gives me

this as a sign that you're meant to

hairs on my body rise and not in a heartwarming way. I'm still thinking of a

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

I just couldn't resist those curves and that face." He goes

tenses like a

doesn't speak right away, and that's the worst

I can feel the

Tangible. Dangerous.

chuckles like this is some kind of

when it's right in front of me. I mean, you did

to that, not 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 not to

that cold,

is so thick you can cut it with

my shaking voice will snap

and grabs my arm, pulling me to the parking lot

and sit like a good girl. He joins me on the

his phone, where

throws the phone in the back

his anger. And I swear all his

sure if it's at me or at

streets when I hold onto my seat

heart is pumping wildly, although I'm not worried at all. Alex is very

wouldn't do anything he can't

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

inside the car is louder

bulging under the skin. His jaw is locked, his teeth grinding like he's holding back words that could tear the

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

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

manage to whisper, though my throat feels like sandpaper. "Please