Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 46 ~ Can't survive without me

Rage.

I feel it as he stands behind me, and it burns hotter than the car in front of me. I'm

afraid, but i'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't feeling better.

I don't flinch when I hear Alex curse behind me, though I feel his presence like a storm crashing into my back.

For a moment, I can't take my eyes off the flames eating his precious car, the same way he's been eating away at my soul since the day we married.

My memories have started returning, and most of them have been good until two months ago. I shouldn't blame him, though. I signed up for this.

But when he starts dictating who I can talk to and start burning my things, that's where I draw the line.

His hands are on me before I can move, spinning me around so fast I almost stumble.

"Why did you do that, Athena?" He asks, his eyes dancing in fury.

I tilt my head, offering him a sweet, cold smile that doesn't reach my eyes. " Can you take a lucky guess?"

His jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. His hand snakes around my throat as he steps forward while I step backward until my back hits the wall, pinning me between it and this bastard.

"I could snap you in half." He growls.

"Don't let me rain on your parade." I snap back.

His hand is not hard enough to hurt, but it's hard enough to keep me in place.

His scent, dark and musky, hits me hard, wrapping around me as his chest rises and falls, his breathing ragged like he's fighting himself.

"Tell me Athena," He brushes his hand on my cheek, and I shudder, "Did you enjoy seeing my car burn to ashes?" he whispers in my ear with his face close enough that his minty breath dances over my skin.

I swallow.

my things!" I bite out, impressed with how strong my

barefoot, shirtless, and only wearing his sweats and man. I've never been so turned on by feet in

Everything seems to be perfect about his body. Maybe

for that car. And you won't like how." He warns, and my

if it's from fear or from how close he

instead, "Never knew I'd see the

done when a sick smile stretches his face, "Will you

Athena Dawson, and I'm not

like Athena isn't only a mental case

as I swallow,

only one losing my mind," I whisper, lifting my chin, trying to

slightly, that dangerous smile still twisting his lips, but there's a flicker of something darker in his gaze, something I can't quite

nose brushes against mine, and my breath catches. "But if you want to

tilting my head up to him, his thumb grazing over

face away, but he tightens his grip

can be free, and I can

the sentence when he steps into me. His hand

pins them on top of my head while his knee separates

say a

dark, furious eyes, like he's

presses

him and I hate the way my body reacts,

But I don't.

I won't give

my

my lips, lingering there, but he doesn't

breath, but when I try to pul away, he moves with me, chasing my mouth like a

is pounding so loud that I think it

he doesn't

smirking

a divorce?" he murmurs, his