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?"

even though my hands are shaking at my

weakly, but it comes out more

a

I step back.

announce and turn but halt my steps when I come

Did he follow us?

man gives

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

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

of those girls." Alex growls as

couldn't resist those curves and that face."

body tenses like a predator about to

the worst part. The

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

Tangible. Dangerous.

stupid, chuckles like this is some kind of

beauty when it's right in front of me. I mean, you did stop the parade

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

cold,

thick you can cut it with

shaking voice will snap him

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

I rush toward and sit like a good girl. He

where

furiously. He then throws the phone in the back seat and

I swear all

point, I'm not sure if it's at

when

not worried at

wouldn't do anything he can't

to speak, but my throat is so dry

inside the car is louder than anything

steering 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

trying to breathe through the thick tension

way his breaths are hard,

my throat feels like sandpaper. "Please say