Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 92 ~ A box

ATHENA

My breath catches.

"What?" I whisper. My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag as suspicion, curiosity, and confusion tangle in my chest.

"That doesn't make sense..." What kind of task?"

He doesn't smile, but there's something soft in his eyes. "They knew you'd be here at one point. Your mother planned this visit down to the year. She said you'd come when you were ready."

I stare at him, finding the whole ideal ridiculous, "I have been coming here every year-"

"Except last year." He interrupts me, and my heart jumps to my throat.

Is he a stalker?

Everything inside me screams to be cautious, but something else, a deeper pull, urges me forward. The way he said their names.

The certainty in his voice

Call it a hunch or stupidity, but I feel like I can trust him.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice quieter now.

He exhales slowly, almost like he's relieved I didn't walk away. "Just a short walk. There's a box... in my car. Your parents left it for you."

I hesitate for a beat longer, then slowly nod, my heart pounding loud in my ears. This is how people end up dead.

"Okay,” I say, my voice sounding more stable than I feel. "But if this is some kind of-"

not," he cuts in gently.

has faced death twice, I'm pretty good

the cemetery path, leaves crunching beneath our steps, I can't

stops beside an old black sedan parked

faded, but the windows gleam, and something about the car feels... creepy, like

medium-sized box wrapped

for ten years," he says, placing the box gently on the hood of the car. "Just like

my heart racing, unsure whether to reach for

like a smart

pretty much the opposite, so instead

are you?" I finally ask, my voice trembling. "Why you? Why not family? A lawyer? Someone

known. Your parents hired me when you were five. I was their bodyguard, but

in the family photos, Athena. I was behind them.

hidden bodyguard? A

his eyes growing distant. "They were working

could stop hereditary

it could reset the heart's rhythm permanently. No

him, stunned. "That's...

people

accessible. The investors didn't. They wanted control, patents, and profits.

truth

doesn't answer, but

go weak. I lean against the car, the air

it was a flood

help out during the floods, but their enemies saw an opportunity and had

you from digging too soon, I stayed in the shadows and watched the Kings take