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.

too, my love. And I want you to know that no matter

and for a moment, I wonder if she can what I'm hiding, if she knows

and breathing in her familiar scent. Guilt clenches

find another mother since mine has been taken away." Ariana joins us on the couch,

the next hours laughing and talking about anything and everything. I even get to hear how Giana and her husband Ray

and it broke Giana, but she had to hold

bed as I wait for Alex.

time bomb. You never

door opening makes my heart

echo through the hall,

bed, suddenly aware of every thump of

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

he kept

unreadable as always, and for a moment,

I whisper, my voice soft my heart

shrugging off his jacket and

"You're still awake."

lump in my throat.

doesn't respond right away, and the silence between

unbuttoning his cuffs,

the time

I ask,

good." He

you something to eat or warm

me like I

is this?"

I swallow.

"What do you mean?"

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