Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 45 ~ In flames

ATHENA

I march back into the house, my hands trembling, not from fear, but from the rage still pulsing through my veins like poison.

I've never felt this kind of anger before. It's hot, thick, and consuming, like wildfire burning in my chest. I feel like ripping him apart for touching my things.

At first, yeah, I felt guilty, like maybe I did something to deserve all of this. But as I stomp through the halls of this stupid mansion, the realization hits me harder than

ever.

He does whatever the hell he wants.

He sleeps out with Leah, parades her around like she's some prize, and comes home to burn my life to ashes like I mean nothing.

And I? I've been nothing but loyal to this scam of a marriage. Loyal to a man who doesn't know the first thing about love.

Luca raises a brow when I storm past him, but I don't stop.

"Where are you going now, Mrs. King?" he calls after me, smirking like this is some kind of show he can't wait to see the ending of.

I don't answer.

Because in my head, I'm already picturing Alex's stupid face when he sees what I'm about to do.

I head straight to my room, pacing the floor like a caged animal. My chest is tight, my hands still shaking, but I hold it together because I know I'll need every ounce of control for what's coming next.

I don't even know how long I stand there, just staring out the window, thinking of every way I want to hurt him back.

And then, I move.

I walk back downstairs, determined, my mind focused on one thing.

Revenge.

house is so freaking huge, I swear I don't need a gym. Running up and down

of the stairs, I spot Luca pulling on

Perfect.

side before he

going?" I ask, forcing my voice to

glances at me, amused. "To my new house. It seems like you two have taken over this one," he smirks. "And

winks, and I

I mutter, holding back the urge

my head, pretending to sound curious. "Where's

doorframe. "In the shower. You

for your fight. I hear angry sex is

own joke and finally

Angry sex.

thought warms my cheeks, but I shake it

the stairs, careful not to make a sound. My fingers graze the

and every step only makes my

outside his

tells me Luca was telling the truth, Alex

the door open

place. It's all so neat. It looks

what I need when my eyes land on the side

His car keys.

curling tightly around the metal as though holding a

sure he didn't hear me, I

vodka

I rarely see Alex drink, and from what I've observed, he's a neat freak so ke wouldn't leave a bottle

it like fate just

slow, dangerous smile tugs at my

Perfect.