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

at the

3AM

I call at 3AM to ask for an

who happens to be

be the longest

different scenarios and outcomes until I eventually fall

calling will waste my time, I decide to visit his office first thing in

to the Kings building and it feels strange with a

has zero good memories for

reception where I find an impeccably dressed woman with hair tied in a neat

is no friendliness in

I offer my

eyes narrow slightly, her lips pressed into a line. She doesn't return

I

sigh, holding back the words I

to see Alexander King." I purposely

eyes me up and down. Seemingly not impressed I'm not

and concludes I'm not worth his

have an

say.

head ever so slightly. "Mr. King doesn't see

Of course not.

my

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

you want to see

on here?" A deep rich voice reaches my ears making "miss get

eyes

a charcoal grey

in his

smiles at me from

which i hope isnt making

a damn seizure.

I look at Alex and

to ask his

ask his

out. But his voice

when he

you here

knowing how to explain the sudden visit

even further after I

You have an urgent meeting starting

says before he

and my heart is in

door clicks shut behind me, I feel like

is still

Cold.

Pristine.

hanging off the walls like

view behind him remains breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing

the rack. Not a

shirt. He moves with the same grace he

he owns the ground

not knowing what

the edge of his desk,

muscles flex in the

says, voice calm but curious.