Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

I rush out as the wind slaps me on my face. Everything comes crashing down,

and I feel my heart pump even faster.

"How'd it go? Does he have it?" Zayan asks when I enter the car.

"Even if he does, he wouldn't admit it." I grind out as I hold back my tears.

He betrayed me.

My hands shake as I look at the photos on my phone. They're from the security footage, and in it is Ryan. Walking into my apartment empty-handed and walking out with a damn box.

Anger surges through me in ways I didn't know was possible. How dare he do this

to me?

What did you expect, Athena? That the man had fallen head over heels for you?

A little voice taunts me in the worst way possible.

The car suddenly feels too small, and I feel like I can't breathe.

"You don't have to be strong with me, Athena. You can cry if you want to. You know I'm here for you." Zayan says, but it does nothing to soothe my aching heart.

"Thank you for being here. Without your connection, I wouldn't have gotten that footage." I whisper with a small smile.

Zayan doesn't smile back. He just watches me, his eyes filled with concern. One hand is gripping the steering wheel while the other is clenched like he's holding himself back from doing something reckless.

"I'd do worse than get footage if you ask me to," he mutters. "He shouldn't have touched that box. That was your parents. That was your peace."

"Maybe he needed it. He is sick after all." I mumble.

turns to face me,

late. But for him to steal from me? That was so wrong." I shake my head as a bitter laugh escapes my lips, "You know the funny thing is, all he had

the flood I've been holding in since I saw the video. Since I

my

me again, then quietly pulls the

breathe," he

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to work hard

be the best so

and I found myself in the Kings family. The pressure became even worse because I not only had to strive, I had to be perfect and hidden at the same

to how painful a shredded heart truly

Isabelle was right.

or see the need to

Maybe this was what I

the car is thick,

hands

staring at

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of who Alex really

without saying anything else. We drive in

pulls into the parking lot of a quiet outdoor café by

carrying the

the car and looks

on. You need

for a shot of vodka,

so coffee

order two coffees and

The waves crash gently against the shore, people walking their dogs in the distance, the world moving on like