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-"

cuts in gently. "You'll

twice, I'm pretty good at making dumb

down the cemetery path, leaves crunching beneath our steps, I can't help but feel like my life

old black sedan parked beneath the

the car feels... creepy, like it's been waiting here

carefully and pulls out a medium-sized box wrapped in aged leather and secured

placing the box gently on the hood of the car. "Just

stare at it, my heart racing, unsure

seems like a

much the opposite, so instead of running, I open

voice trembling. "Why you? Why not family? A lawyer?

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

it. "I wasn't in the family photos, Athena. I was behind them. Always watching. Always

reels. A hidden bodyguard?

continues, his eyes growing distant. "They were working on something: revolutionary.

stop hereditary

could reset the heart's rhythm permanently.

him, stunned. "That's...

succeeded. But the people funding it? They

it affordable, accessible. The investors didn't. They wanted control, patents, and profits. When your parents refused to give

were killed," I whisper, the truth slamming into me like a

but

against the car, the

it was

opportunity and had them poisoned so it could look like they drowned." he says

you from digging too soon, I stayed in the