Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

My blood boils. What kind of idiots are these?

I'm about to step forward and give them a piece of my mind, but someone beats me to it.

Alex.

He steps forward slowly, grabbing a sack of ingredients without hesitation. His face is calm, but his voice is cold.

"Is your company bigger than mine?." He stops and asks the first man.

"Mr. King, you seriously-"

"Answer my question." He cuts him off.

Everyone is so quiet you can hear a feather fall. The man starts shaking as he forces a fake laugh,

"No. How can I compare to you, sir?" He responds, and I hold back a scoff.

Bastards who want to bully those weaker than them but fumble when someone more powerful is in the picture.

So pathetic.

"Or you," He turns his head to the other two. So lazily, he looks like they don't even deserve to be looked at, "Perhaps yours makes more money than mine does."

They both shake their heads quickly, mumbling something about how that's not what they meant. One of them even starts stammering, trying to backpedal like a coward caught in a lie.

Alex scoffs and slams the sack onto the table.

"If you can't do what you're told to, then go home," he says, his tone sharp enough to slice through bone.

"Why are you even here? Is that what you're going to teach your kids? That a little dirt on your hands makes you less of a man? That teamwork and effort are beneath you because you signed a few cheques?"

The silence is so thick that even the trees seem to lean in.

"No wonder your companies are still worth the same value as an expired coupon," he adds with a dry smirk.

Some people chuckle under their breath, others are nervous, and others are stunned.

It's like walking around eggshells with Alex, and they all know it. One call from him

and everything they own either increases in value or turns to shit.

As much as I hate to admit. He is a powerful man. And I find it hot.

I mean, who wouldn't?

Ethan steps forward right after, his arms folded, and his gray eyes narrowed in that lazy way that somehow feels more dangerous than yelling.

He clicks his tongue.

who peak at mediocrity that act like lifting a finger might

Alex with a laugh, grabbing a chopping board from the supply table. Then, he turns to

guess. Your wives dress

a noise, something between a laugh and a cough and drops

have to hold myself from bursting out into a

Rayen's teacher's cheeks flush a deep shade of

do we start?" he asks, his voice

She blinks.

Twice.

she points with a shaky hand to a section by the

"Uh....r-right there, Mr. King."

my

to calm down before

dads, now shame-faced and awkward,

One trips slightly.

mutters something

have a complaint?"

We all respond in

claps her hands

"You can get started!"

Everyone erupts into movement.

what mummy and Daddy are

They all answer in

the open space where

Rose grabs a toolbelt and hands

built anything in your life?" she asks, tying her

count?" I mutter, eyeing a wooden beam like it just insulted my

enough. Just don't hammer

a doctor. I can't get hurt by any

pauses as the realization dawns on

the dangers of doing this

out." She

it." I respond, leaving no room for arguments. She nods with a smile as the other mothers join us,

straight. One mom is painting hearts on a window

says when someone raises a brow. "Let's make

the dads are a disaster

expected. He looks focused with sleeves rolled up and stirring a pot so carefully one would think he's in a lab and

flipping something over the grill with a spatula

probably watching what to do online. He does that whenever he cooks for

dad nearly burns the

board. Another puts

in the

stumbling back. Miss Lorenzo hurries

s

not frying a dragon,” she scolds gently, adjusting the