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.

invites you, and you end

Oh God!

his head, his gaze sweeping over my face, reading me like

the bag like he can see right through

need help getting

Shit.

he wanted to show me his toys and ran off

suit jacket shifting slightly with the

a microscope. Like he's seeing past every layer, straight through to the real

father, who lifts him up and

sight warms

may be the most ruthless, selfish bastard I've ever known, but he's a great son and an even better

something tugs

this over

the truth. But not like this. Not

I take a breath and offer

get going, okay? It was great seeing

house. Why don't you stay with

against it or say something like his

staring at me. That intense stare that makes me

as fast as my legs can

I'm in Zayan's office with a pounding heart and

Athy, it will be what you expect." He says as he hands me a cup

I sigh.

a

doing this." I give him

to stop thanking me, or I'll start getting mad."

blanket and places it on my

have a blanket in your office?"

teases, making

I

sip of the cocoa. It's warm, rich, soothing, and exactly what I need to anchor myself. But the weight in my chest hasn't moved. It sits there like a stone, pressing

me quietly, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge

had this calm energy, like he's immune to chaos. Unlike Alex, whose very presence feels

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