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.

gym. Running up and down these staircases would be enough to keep me fit

stairs, I spot Luca pulling on a leather jacket,

Perfect.

side before he can slip out

you going?" I ask, forcing my voice to sound casual even

seems like you two have taken over this one," he smirks. "And I

winks, and

mutter, holding back the urge to roll my

tilt my head, pretending

the doorframe. "In the shower. You could always join

I hear angry sex

own joke and finally

Angry sex.

my cheeks, but

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

step only makes my

pause outside

running tells me Luca was telling the

push the door open

all so neat. It looks like no one stays

look around and search for what I need when my eyes land on

His car keys.

thought, my fingers curling tightly around

door slowly and tip toe my way downstairs. Once I'm sure he didn't hear me, I walk to the front

notice the bottle of vodka

I rarely see Alex drink, and from what

just handed me a

smile tugs at

Perfect.