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.

do you think you're doing?"

chin up even though my

it comes out more like

a

I step back.

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

Did he follow us?

man gives

meeting like this. I might take this as a sign that you're meant to be with

and not in a heartwarming way. I'm still thinking of a comeback when I feel a hard grip on my arm

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

just couldn't resist those curves

body tenses like a

right away, and that's the worst part. The

can't see his face, but I can feel the shift in the

Tangible. Dangerous.

chuckles like

in front of me. I mean, you did stop the parade for her, didn't you?"

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

cold, silent

tension is so thick you can cut

go." I whisper, hoping my shaking

as he turns and grabs my arm, pulling me to the parking lot where his SUV is

and sit like a good girl. He joins me on

phone, where he

furiously. He then throws the phone in the

all his green

I'm not sure if it's at me

the streets when I hold onto my seat

is pumping wildly, although I'm not worried

do anything

my throat is so dry that I can barely get

car is louder than anything

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

seat, swallowing hard, trying to breathe through

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

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