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-"

in gently. "You'll

someone who has faced death twice, I'm pretty good at

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

beside an old black sedan parked beneath the shade of an oak

paint is faded, but the windows gleam, and something about the car feels... creepy, like it's been waiting here in secret just as long

opens the trunk carefully and pulls out a medium-sized box wrapped

says, placing the box gently on the hood of

my heart racing, unsure whether to

seems like a smart

the opposite, so instead of running,

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

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

family photos, Athena. I was behind them. Always watching. Always protecting. You didn't know me because you weren't supposed

reels. A hidden bodyguard?

his eyes growing distant. "They were working on

stop

One injection, and it could reset the heart's rhythm permanently. No surgeries.

stare at him, stunned.

But the people funding it? They saw dollar signs, not Your parents wanted

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

the truth slamming into me like a

but his silence is

against

it was

out during the floods, but their enemies saw an opportunity and had them poisoned so it

too soon, I stayed in the