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 kill

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

guess. Your wives dress you

front with a clipboard, lets out a noise, something

have to hold myself from bursting out into a fit

a deep shade of pink as

he asks, his voice as friendly as it

She blinks.

Twice.

a shaky hand to a section by

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

my eyes

needs to calm down before her

shame-faced and awkward, scatter toward the

One trips slightly.

mutters something about being

turn. Does anyone have a complaint?" The other

We all respond in

claps

"You can get started!"

Everyone erupts into movement.

mummy and Daddy

They

space where the playhouse materials

and even paint. Rose grabs a

in your life?" she asks, tying her hair into a

fort count?" I mutter, eyeing a wooden

enough. Just don't hammer your thumb.

a doctor. I can't get hurt

pauses as the realization

dangers of doing this for

you should sit this one out." She suggests, but I shake

room for arguments. She nods with a smile as the other mothers join us, and we get to work.

to hammer nails straight. One mom is painting hearts on a window frame, while another uses glitter for the

someone raises

field, the dads are a

than I expected. He looks focused with sleeves rolled up and stirring

him, flipping something over the grill with a spatula while scrolling through

do online. He does that whenever he cooks for us." Rose laughs, following my

nearly burns the edge of

Another

in the pan

Lorenzo

s

frying a dragon,” she scolds gently, adjusting the fire and