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.

poetic crap

uppercut, my

to sneak in

Not in my head.

Not in his life.

jab left. Then right. Again. And again. Until my arms go numb. Until my body trembles from the effort

jaw and the clench in my back. My chest heaves. The bag swings back lazily now mocking me

stop from tearing the punching bag. The

I slide right.

I had Rayen, you answer

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

have a dinner to attend. Its for work, all the doctors are gathering to welcome the others and launch

I cut her off knowing she's

"Well... I.."

him, I'll pick him up

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

that

throat. "I'll

forehead against the cool wall of the gym,

dinner with Leah and a bunch of pretentious

my face. My reflection in the gym mirror stares back, red knuckles, clenched

Releasing a deep breath,

throw it on, the fabric clinging

soaked skin.

Thirty minutes.

have to pull myself

room, stripping off the gloves,

screams

I can handle. It's

can't.

her face crawls back

my

like it owns the

I realize I won't have enough time

change.