Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

LEAH

I swallow hard, my hands trembling so badly I have to clutch them behind my

back.

"No," I say, my voice cracking. "Of course not! Alex, you know me..."

"Do I?" he asks, tilting his head, his green eyes unreadable.

The assistant stands frozen behind the counter, the dress draped over her arm like a dead body.

I force a smile, blinking fast to hide the sting in my eyes.

"I'll just... call Daddy," I say quickly. "He'll transfer the money right now. It's no big deal."

Alex chuckles a low, dangerous sound that makes my blood turn to ice.

Is he testing me?

"Of course," he responds, "Call Daddy."

His words are laced with mockery, but I ignore it.

I'm sure it's a test.

One I'm not going to lose!

I've come too close to the goal to let it slip off my hands.

I yank my phone out of my purse so fast it almost flies across the room.

Dialing my father's number, I press it to my ear, forcing a smile at Alex.

He watches me, hands still shoved casually into his pockets, like he's enjoying every second of my slow public death.

A part of me is upset. How can he humiliate me this way? Even when I've

portrayed a picture of how rich we are, he still wants proof?

Fine!

The phone rings.

And rings.

And rings.

Finally, it goes to voicemail.

I laugh it off and redial, panic clawing at my throat.

No answer.

No answer.

No answer.

I want to scream.

raises an eyebrow, his

he's in a meeting," I say, lowering the phone, my hand

Alex hums thoughtfully.

that I don't have money!" I blurt out. "It's just a large... eh..I'll just

I shouldn't even be having, but Dad's

back ten

through, and the dress

have a refund policy?" I whisper the question

nods with a smile, "Yes ma'am, as long as it's

walk

"I'm so excited!"

even more excited than you are." He responds as he starts

is excited

carefully in the back as

I can't stop smiling.

Alex said he's excited.

Excited.

rings in my head over and over until it

Maybe, finally, he's seeing me the way I

to is one of those

to.

at the memory of how my heart used

pictures Henry sent me.

on a dazzling smile.

bitch is dead

enough if she keeps

he owns the world -because he does and I trait after him, my hips swaying, letting every woman

a corner table, Sloane sits like the

spots me,

Good.

your bitterness, you

arm, flashing

I chirp loud enough for

eyes are glued to Alex, her face twisted

turn and stare. "You don't just wake up and decide the wedding is

Wait....

What?

wedding is this

Oh my God!

surprise." Alex

I join him.

know?" Sloane raises

wedding is in motion but i haven't told her it's

to me, "Is it too

mean,

a breathless laugh,

chair, looking at Alex

plan her enemy's

know you have no choice. Leah, tell her what your dream wedding is.

like I'm some disease she can't scrub off the floor and

have

out my phone with a bright, fake smile, tapping into

album titled "Mrs. King".