Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 78 ~ My gift to you

ATHENA

Two days later....

"I don't know how it came to this, my dear. But always know that you're welcome and this is your home." Giana pulls my hands into hers.

Today marks four months since I got divorced from Alex, and this is the first time I'm facing his grandmother. I had no idea what to say to her, especially since it felt like it was my fault.

I lost the baby, and I have no way of proving otherwise.

"I'm sorry I robbed you of the chance to see Rayen grow." I whisper as tears roll down my face.

My wounds have never healed, and every day is harder.

Giana's grip on my hands tightens, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold emptiness inside me. Her eyes, filled with a depth of understanding I don't deserve, shimmer with unshed tears.

"My sweet girl," she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You didn't rob me of anything. Life is cruel, and sometimes, it takes more than it gives. But you... you are still here."

I shake my head, the weight of grief pressing down on my chest. "It doesn't feel like I am."

She sighs, pulling me into a hug. For a moment, I let myself lean into her, let myself pretend that the ache in my heart can be soothed by someone's touch.

But nothing helps.

Nothing makes the nightmares go away.

Nothing stops the phantom feeling of tiny kicks that will never come again.

Giana pulls back, her hands cupping my face. "I know you think you have to carry this alone, but you don't. You still have people who love you, Athena. And you are still family."

A sob escapes me before I can hold it back. "I don't know how to keep going."

She presses a kiss to my forehead. "One day at a time, my dear. Just one day at a time."

God, I want to

you move forward when your heart

of yourself with a part

him? Even just a photo of the grave. Please, granny." I'm desperate. This

much she's already doing. I told her I didn't need anything from him, but she insisted on getting

Half?

Alex is filthy rich!

I supposed to do

you right before the funeral. Did he lie to me? I'm so

grip on my hands tightening as her face darkens with frustration. I see

I begged, I pleaded, but he acts like I never existed. Like Rayen was never mine

releases me, standing with a sudden sharpness that doesn't match her frail body. "That

reach for her hand, my heart

"No,

I just-"

. "I just

baby."

doesn't falter. "You should

That's your

A mother.

shatters me all over

tears that spill down my face. "I'II

nod, my throat too

the first time in months, a

a glimpse of where he

need to say

to forgive me

help her walk to the living room when the

until I hear

me to the

follow the direction of her