Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 102 ~ When was he born?

ATHENA

Switched at birth?

That's one thing I've never considered or even thought about until tonight.

My mind kept replaying the moment, and my heart beat even faster at the possibility of Rayen being mine.

Tears swell my eyes as I pull the covers tighter. I could barely get myself together when Leah came fuming about me invading their privacy when I killed my own child.

Her words stinged, but I had no strength to answer her because of my shock. I kissed Rayen goodnight and came home.

Now I've been staring at the ceiling, unable to hold back the itching feeling of asking Alex when Rayen was born.

If he's mine....

Oh God!

Just the thought of someone having switched my child makes me see red, and knowing how ruthless Alex is makes me even more anxious with anticipation knowing he will rain hell on that culprits parade.

I sit up, unable to stay still. My fingers tremble as I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, but I don't drink it. I just hold it, needing something to ground me because my world feels like it's about to tip over.

I've lived with the grief of losing my child for years. I missed the opportunity to bury him because of that selfish bastard.

I've never healed, and every day, I mourn my poor baby, who never got a chance to bloom.

But what if I didn't lose him?

What if he was taken?

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.

Don't jump to conclusions, Athena. Don't let your heart fool you.

But my gut... my gut is screaming at me.

I reach for my phone and pause.

The blinking cursor in the contacts search box taunts me.

What am I even supposed to say?

When was Rayen born?

Do you know where he was delivered?

Can we talk? It's important.

I sigh, knowing if I'm wrong, Alex will kill me, and Leah will have a party because I know she has been trying to make trouble for me since she joined the hospital.

I left st Margaret's at lan's request, and guess what?

The bitch joined me at the Quinn's hospital.

I don't believe in such coincidences.

I continue to stare at the screen until my chest physically hurts. Finally giving in, I

search for Alex's number but realize that I don't have it.

Shit.

must have been so angry that I deleted it for fear of cursing

stare at the

3AM

I call at 3AM to ask for

someone who happens to be my

the longest night of my

of different scenarios and outcomes

calling will waste my time, I decide to

to the Kings building and it

building has zero good

I stride to the reception where I find an impeccably dressed woman with hair tied in a

up and there is no friendliness in

I offer my best neutral

narrow slightly, her lips pressed into a line.

I

the words I have for

see Alexander King." I purposely leave out his

down. Seemingly

and concludes I'm not worth his

have

I say.

slightly. "Mr. King doesn't see

Of course not.

keep my voice even. "Tell him

shaped brow, clearly unimpressed. "I'm afraid I can't just-" "Then call

you want to see him

going on here?" A deep rich voice reaches my ears making "miss get on your nerves" shut the

to face with green eyes and a face

in front of me wearing a charcoal grey suit that screams

in his pockets

smiles at me

which i hope isnt making me look like

a damn seizure.

lips as I look at

him to ask

his security

out. But his voice

neutral when he

here

how to explain the

even further after I

urgent meeting starting in 5 minutes." His annoying

Is all he says before he stands before

are shaking and my heart is in my throat by

the door clicks shut behind me, I feel

office is still

Cold.

Pristine.

the walls like it's been

remains breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows

walks past me and removes his jacket, hanging it neatly on the rack. Not a strand of his blonde hair is out of

that expensive shirt. He

owns the ground he

stand there, still not

against the edge of his desk,

flex in the

he says, voice calm