Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 68 ~ News

ALEX

I don't know how long I've been pacing outside the hospital room. Minutes?

Hours? Time doesn't feel real when you're forced to wait.

My hands clench into fists, then relax, only to clench again.

Every few seconds, I hear her.

Athena.

Her voice, raw with pain, broke through the walls that separate us. Each sound she makes feels like a blade against my skin, cutting deeper and deeper.

And I can't do anything about it.

I run a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. The sterile hospital air does nothing to settle the weight in my chest.

I've faced a lot of things in my life, fights, failures, and loss, but nothing prepared me for this kind of helplessness.

When I first stepped into that room, she told me to leave. And for the first time, I actually listened.

Because I saw it in her eyes. The anger. The frustration. The pain.

She didn't want me there.

And maybe... maybe she was right.

Maybe I don't deserve to be in that room with her.

But I can't leave, either. So I stand here, listening, waiting, feeling every damn second like it's a lifetime.

The only comfort I have is that we will both be smiling after this. We are going to be parents and fuck, my heart is about to burst with joy.

The doors open and mum and dad rush forward. Mum kisses my cheek before placing my head between her hands.

"I'm so proud of you." She kisses me again but I shake my head at that.

"Athena is doing all the work. What can I get her as a push present?"

I know it's not the best time but I've been thinking about it. It's just that everytime I want to go through with it, I'm hit with more pictures of her and Zayan and it makes my heart boil.

Earlier when she walked in, I had received a text from Arnold. I was going to ignore it until I saw what he had attached.

I was losing my mind and all I could see was red. So I canceled my plans to go through the options and rush home only to confirm that she wasn't home.

bringing me back to the

my shoulder as a silent encouragement but it doesn't

and I seize the opportunity

she?" My voice is rough, almost

small, tight smile. But it doesn't

in pain." I bite

silent Warning to watch my tone but I'm too

gently rubbing my arm, "But she's strong and

Strong.

the strongest people I've ever met. But

I-" My throat tightens. "Can I

shakes her head. "Not yet.

stiffly, swallowing down my frustration as she disappears back

to think. Try not to imagine the worst. But

And then-

The atmosphere suddenly changes.

and It

to the side, "What

her an apologetic look and rushes out to God knows

sickening dread curling around my ribs,

my arm, whispering reassurances neither of us believe. Dad stands still, his jaw tight, his hand

finally, the door

out, pulling down his mask. His expression is weary,

hesitation when he speaks.

"She's stable."

rushes out of

nearly give out.

but it's short-lived, burning out

it in his

stiff with something

the baby?" My voice is barely

doctor hesitates, his gaze flickering away

but it feels like a hammer

me

noise in the hospital, the movement around me, it all

Stillborn.

grasping my fingers. No

Nothing.

me, her hand flying to her mouth, and I hear

I can't think.

talking, but his words don't

carried our child for months. We made plans. Had