Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 96 ~ Break a sweat

ALEX

My fists launch forward as I hit the punching bag, sending it flying before swinging back to me.

I'm shirtless, soaked in sweat, muscles burning, lungs dragging in air like I've just run through hell.

I need the pain.

I need the adrenaline

I need anything that'll keep her out of my damn head.

It's like Athena wants to be buried deep In my bones and won't leave me the fuck alone. I don't like her, so you can imagine the way I feel when I can't stop thinking about how she looked in that damn grocery store.

That fucking long black hair. Reminds me of the times I used to curl my hands around it while I....

Fuck!

I hit the bag again. Harder. My knuckles sting. The chains creak. The bag swings back like it's taunting me.

Because if I slow down if I stop, I'll start thinking. And if I start thinking, I'll see her again. Standing in the middle of the cheese aisle like she never left. Like we hadn't torn each other to pieces.

Her name tastes like fire on my tongue, and I hate that I even remember how she smells.

God, she looked good. Too good. Way too unbothered for a woman who once loved Me like there was no tomorrow.

It's pretty impressive if you ask me.

How she moved on without a care in the world. I eventually gave her the address

of where my son was laid. Every week when I go there I find flowers and the place cleaned.

Which makes me so fucking mad. Why did she try to abort if she gave a damn?

And Rayen?

Don't even get me started. The little traitor damn near dragged her into our future like I hadn't already buried her in our past.

"Daddy she looks like a Princess," he said.

kind of poetic crap is

throw a brutal uppercut, my

doesn't get to sneak in like

Not in my head.

Not in his life.

Until my arms go numb.

gym lights flicker overhead, casting shadows over the raw edge of my jaw and the clench in my back. My

makes me stop

I slide right.

answer the phone within a second."

if that's supposed to be funny, but I don't hear myself laughing. Neither

all the doctors are gathering to welcome the others

at mum's?" I cut her off knowing she's probably calling because of

"Well... I.."

with him, I'll pick

to take him to the banquet?” Her voice is shocked

Is that a

throat. "I'll go

word. I rest my forehead against the cool wall of the gym, eyes closed, chest still

bunch of pretentious doctors? He's going to hate

bench and drag it across my face. My reflection in the gym mirror stares back, red knuckles, clenched jaw, the

Releasing a deep breath,

throw

soaked skin.

Thirty minutes.

how long I have

to the locker room, stripping off

screams

handle.

can't.

her face crawls back

my

it owns

won't have enough time to

change.