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.

huge, I swear I don't need a gym. Running up and down these staircases would be enough to keep me fit for

bottom of the stairs, I spot Luca pulling on a leather jacket, looking like he's ready to

Perfect.

before he can

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

seems like you two have taken over this one," he smirks. "And I need my space for my special visitors- unless, of course, you

and I

back the urge to

then, I tilt my head, pretending to

grins, leaning on the doorframe. "In the shower.

your fight. I hear angry sex

at his own joke

Angry sex.

my cheeks,

stairs, careful not to make a sound. My fingers

and every step only makes my anger

pause outside

of water running tells me Luca was telling the truth,

door open slowly, praying it doesn't

so neat. It looks

and search for what I need when

His car keys.

curling tightly around the

sure he didn't hear me, I walk to the

vodka in the center

see Alex drink, and from what I've observed, he's

grab it like fate just handed me a golden

slow, dangerous smile tugs

Perfect.