Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 93 ~ A princess

ATHENA

One month later....

"You know," Sloane says, tossing a bag of tortilla chips into the cart with flair, "I think my uterus has grown cobwebs. Literal. Freaking. Cobwebs."

I snort so loud a nearby toddler swivels to look at me. "Sloane!"

"What?!" she grins shamelessly, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she saunters past the cereal aisle. "It's been so long, Athena. I'm talking ghost-town, tumbleweed-rolling, 'CLOSED FOR BUSINESS' kind of long."

Isabelle snorts behind me. "Okay, now I'm picturing cobwebs... down there. Thanks for that."

Sloane shrugs, utterly unfazed. "I'm just saying, if a hot guy so much as smiles at me, I might combust. Or cry. I'm not sure which yet."

I laugh, catching my breath as I toss a bag of apples into the cart. "This is what I missed. You two and your incredibly vivid metaphors."

"Well," Isabelle says dryly, "that's what happens when your love life is non- existent."

I laugh at that because it's true. Well... at least for me.

Isabelle is too busy with her career and has zero time to date. With how much she has achieved, I was shocked to learn she's only thirty-two. Which is the same age as Ale..

Nope.

I'm not going there.

"So, how are you fitting in working directly under that hottie? You should hook me up. He looks like a hot nerd and a total freak in bed." Sloane says, making me gasp in horror!

"Sloane!"

"What? Just answer the question, girl." She rolls her eyes like she didn't just say the most horrific thing right here in public.

I groan, " It's only been a week, and he's already rearranged my entire schedule. Twice."

Sloane shoots me a sly look. "Oh no. He's into rearranging things? He can rearrange-"

I don't let her finish as I move to the cheese section.

with anything. Those who are allergic are missing out big

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and toss

"Behold. Charity."

Isabelle raises an eyebrow.

the

say, completely serious. "I suffer for

"You're a martyr, really. A

"I try."

aisle, and just as I'm admiring the selection of brie, Sloane leans

hot. Like, glasses-wearing, brooding, probably has a

her a look. "I don't think he has a

honey," Sloane says with a

of bread and says, "And how exactly

a software engineer

Real polite. Turns out

full sleeve

roleplay."

50/50, but your cousin, I'd do anything for

Sloane frowns.

"Who?"

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chokes on her drink,

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shirt, I shake my

the one

he time is right.

He's out of bounds. I hear he's a mental

her as she continues with slandering her dear cousin while I

the first

around the corner when my legs hit something small

to find a small boy sitting on his ass with his