Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 111 ~ I'll come with you

ATHENA

I thought the black box Marcus gave me would unsettle the pit in my stomach.

Well, guess what... I was wrong.

Because my heart has been on that text since I left Rayen recovering in the hospital a week ago.

"UNKNOWN:I know what happened to your child."

I tried to call the number.

It was off.

Still is.

And now, instead of fear, it's anger burning beneath my skin like wildfire..

How dare they try to play with me?

Do they have any idea what it means to lose a child?

Do they understand that kind of pain? The kind that never heals never softens, never lets go?

That's not something you dangle over someone's head like a cruel joke, then switch off your damn phone and vanish into silence.

I looked like I had seen a damn ghost as I came up with an excuse to avoid Ariana's questioning gaze.

I should've deleted that message.

But I didn't.

Because a tiny, maddening part of me, the same part that still dreams of tiny

fingers and lullabies in the middle of the night, hopes it's real.

Guilt has been eating me away for the past three years, so if whoever this is has

proof someone did something, and it wasn't as Alex claimed....

Tears spring to my eyes as I push the lump in my throat.

A child dying is one kind of pain, but being told it was because of you?

I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

As I step out of the hospital after my shift, the cold air slaps me awake, snapping me out of my thoughts. The sky is gray, like it's mourning something too. The clouds hang low and heavy, the same way my heart feels.

My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag as I walk toward the parking lot.

I see a figure making my

he doing

arms crossed like he owns

pulled

is unreadable, but I'm shocked to see him when

only see each other once we agree.

says

to see you too," I mutter, brushing past him

only meet when

had to check on you. You've been ignoring

ignore them. I've

have I been doing? Spiraling? Hoping? Slowly

been extremely busy and exhausted." I give

me. But he doesn't question me. He takes the keys from me and holds

to pick it, and

did they get into my

okay?" Zayan

as I

I grab the envelope and turn when Zayan

chest, knocking the

close I

me with just by being present,

bastard has ruined me for anyone

is in that envelope? You look like it was a

not." I argue, unable to back that up.

in his brunette hair before holding the door open. But it's the

"I can-"

the car,

with men and

in the car while the envelope burns in my hands. By the time Zayan starts

already opened

[MEET ME HERE]

all it says and below is

Who is this?

Could it be?

the paper hoping my sweaty

involved in my business, his career was toast. Zayan has

"Nothing."

work?" He visibly gets tired

lie, forcing

sick just because

hums, eyes on the road.

"Yes I do."

comfortable. It's tight, thick with things unsaid. I