Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

Leah stares at the dress like it's made of poison.

I could poison it, but that would have been too merciful.

Her hands tremble as she clutches the dresser behind her for balance.

"You're bluffing,” she whispers, her voice cracking beneath the weight of panic. "You can't- none of this-this isn't legal!"

I take another step closer and smile. It's not kind. It's not warm. It's the smile of a woman who's been pushed too far, who's crawled her way through hell and came back with fire in her veins.

"Oh, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in until our noses almost touch, "do I look like I care about what's legal? I think you and I already crossed that line."

She flinches.

You know the first thing that hit me when I found out what you had done? I wanted to drown you the way you did to me. But then I realized there was a better way.

Whatever you love, I'll take it. Every fucking thing attached to your name, I will rip it from you and burn it to ashes. Everything you've been craving, will be in the palm of my hands.

As for the dress, Alex will probably donate it or keep it. I don't know, you did steal from him after all and between us girls, he's not very happy."

Her chin wobbles. "You're lying! Alex loves me! He wants to marry ME! Besides, you don't even know what I have."

This has to be the most delusional person I've ever met.

I hold back a laugh and reach into my bag.

She tenses at movements.

I pull out a sleek black folder, flipping it open with a dramatic flair before tossing it at her feet. Papers scatter across the marble tiles, white sheets covered in stamps and signatures.

I crouch down beside her, picking up one of the pages and waving it in front of her face. "My bad," I mock.

"You're right. You don't have anything anymore. While you thought you were authorizing your fairytale wedding purchases, you were actually signing off your properties. I mean, how were you a talented surgeon if you're this dense?"

She stares at the documents, and I see it, the exact moment she realizes what they are. The deeds to her properties. The transfer confirmations. The approval stamps.

"You bitch," she breathes.

"I put up everything in your name for sale," I say with pride. "Turns out the Kings were eager to buy. They're turning your penthouse into an animal shelter. Cute, right? Homeless dogs living in your closet space. Rayen might even start a YouTube channel to pass time." I laugh.

Her knees give out and she collapses into the chair.

I lean in close, whispering against her ear,

"And all that money? Every single cent you have, will go to the child you

murdered. You worthless bitch."

Leah's lip quivers. "That wasn't-"

snap, suddenly cold. "Don't you

the yellow dress and flinging

up. Or I'll have to

my arms crossed, watching her

me," I add, my eyes locked on her

She doesn't move.

a glass of water from the table and pour it slowly

it drip down

I say softly. "Now

gasps and jerks back, but I'm already turning

minutes, Leah.

toward

no other choice left, Leah dresses up and

later and the

music starts, soft, classical, elegant. A sound fit for a

the grand hall, watching as Leah takes her first

her awkwardly, cheap and wrinkled, a far cry from the designer gown she'd dreamed of. Her face is swollen, her lip split, mascara trailing down her cheeks

And the best part?

damn camera

like she's

guests turn

Some gasp.

Some murmur.

back a smile while Eli gives nothing away. But

he is enjoying

As for the rest?

about to

reporters from three major outlets whisper urgently into their mics, not knowing whether to pan away or zoom in. But they

This is gold.

to

just turned into the scandal

fake composure, tries to keep her chin up, but her

to sob as I watch nurse Anna walk towards Leah. She stretches her hand and Leah

of horror.

how worse she looks seeing

YOU BETRAY ME!"

hall goes

flinch. She stares down

and a scream, shoving Anna's hand away and scrambling to her feet. Her hair is a mess, the makeup smudged, the dress sticking to her

time, no one helps

one hand

the guards stationed at the back keep their

emotionless.

Alex standing near the altar, his jaw clenched, his

a disgust he doesn't