Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 52 ~ How do I tell him?

ATHENA

"Oh my beautiful girl! I haven't seen you in so long!" Giana smiles at me.

I grab her wrinkled hands and place a kiss on them,

"I'm sorry, Nana. I've been trying to get my memories back. I didn't want you to feel hurt." I say truthfully.

"Child, it's you. I love not your memories. I'm sorry you had to go through such kind of pain." Tears well in her eyes, and I shake my head.

"I'm okay, now. I promise."

Giana reaches out and cups my cheek gently, her touch warm and comforting in a way that makes my chest ache.

"You don't always have to be okay, sweetheart," she whispers. "You're allowed to lean on us. On me, on your husband."

I swallow hard, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall.

Leaning on Alex sounds like horror. He'd probably rather die than listen to my confused thoughts.

"I know," I whisper, placing my hand over hers.

She smiles softly, though her eyes still shine with worry. "You've always been strong. But even strong girls need someone to hold them up sometimes."

I nod, biting my bottom lip to keep the emotions from spilling out.

"Come sit by me." She pats the seat next to her, and I quickly slide onto the couch, curling into her side like a child.

"I missed you, Nana," I whisper against her shoulder.

She strokes my hair gently, resting her cheek against the top of my head.

And I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm always here. No secrets,

wonder if she can what I'm hiding,

in her familiar scent. Guilt

guess I'll have to find another mother since mine has been taken away." Ariana joins us on the couch,

and talking about anything and everything. I even get to hear how Giana and her husband Ray met. It's a beautiful story and a part of me wondered if I'll ever be able to experience

Alex's grandfather, died from a short illness, and it broke Giana, but she

night, I return home and lay in bed as I wait

bomb. You never

of the front door opening makes my heart

footsteps echo through the hall, slow and heavy, and

of

looking tired but as sharp and intimidating as always, dark suit still neat, his tie

blonde hair looks disheveled. Like he kept running his

on me, unreadable as always, and for a moment, we

voice soft my heart

off his jacket and neatly

"You're still awake."

my throat. "I wanted

and the silence between us grows

dresser, pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs, like I'm not even there, like

call each other unless it's urgent. And during the

ask, not knowing

was good."

me to make you something to eat or warm you a

like I just

this?"

I swallow.

"What do you mean?"

with the