Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

ATHENA

I've had so many situations that took my breath away.

Literally.

But the man standing here before me, with his jaw clenched and eyes that flicker like a storm about to strike tops the list by far.

My mouth dries up. My pulse screams in my ears. And for a second, I forget to breathe altogether.

I crouch down quickly, stuffing the toothbrush back into the resealable bag like it's nothing more than a spilled pen.

Casual.

Cool.

Calm.

All the things I am absolutely not right now.

His shoes move closer, and they match the fast beating of my heart.

Ta ta ta ta

Silence.

When I look up, I realize the sound had stopped because he's now close.

"You didn't answer me," he says, his voice lower now.

My fingers fumble with the zipper of my purse.

"Rayen asked me to get him something," I lie, though my voice wavers near the end.

"I was just grabbing it."

Or I could have just said he invited me, but that's even worse.

you, and you end

Oh God!

over my face, reading me like a

like he can see

does Rayen need help getting a

Shit.

over my lip. "Since he wanted to show me his toys and ran off

cross over his chest now, his suit jacket shifting slightly with the motion. His silence is suffocating, more

I'm being examined under a microscope. Like he's seeing past every layer,

his father, who lifts him up and throws him in the air, making him

sight warms my

bastard I've ever known, but he's a great son and an even

warms my heart, and something

could get this over with

him the truth. But not like this. Not without proof.

breath and offer Rayen

to get going, okay? It was great seeing your

has a big house. Why don't you stay with

it or

his eyes are staring at me. That

as my legs can carry me. Not bothering

in Zayan's office with a pounding heart and

He says as

I sigh.

been a long

for doing this." I give him a small

to stop thanking me, or I'll start

soft blanket and

have a blanket in your

don't?" He teases,

more like it. I

anchor myself. But the weight in my chest hasn't

studies me quietly, his fingers tapping

like he's immune to chaos. Unlike Alex, whose very presence feels like a thunderstorm. Zayan is the steady rain

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