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

a brutal uppercut, my abs flexing, sweat dripping

get to sneak in like

Not in my head.

Not in his life.

Then right. Again. And again. Until my arms go numb. Until my body

over the raw edge of my jaw and the clench in my back. My

of my phone is What makes me stop from tearing

I slide right.

had Rayen, you answer the phone

funny, but I don't hear myself laughing. Neither

dinner to attend. Its for work, all the doctors

I cut her off knowing she's

"Well... I.."

with him, I'll pick

the banquet?” Her voice is shocked and

Is that a

She clears her throat. "I'll go with

rest my forehead against the cool wall of the gym, eyes

Leah and a bunch

my face. My reflection in the gym mirror stares back, red knuckles, clenched jaw, the kind of storm in my eyes that's always just

Releasing a deep breath,

grab my hoodie from the bench and throw it on, the fabric clinging to

soaked skin.

Thirty minutes.

long I have to pull

room, stripping off the gloves,

screams

I can handle. It's

I can't.

her face crawls back

my

like it

I realize I won't

change.