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.

to face me, "Alex

"Heart failure. Though he's been fine all these years, I guess he wants to prevent it before it gets too late. But for him to steal from me? That was so wrong." I shake my head as a bitter laugh escapes my

my tears as they fall, helpless against the flood I've been holding in since I saw the video. Since I walked into that office. Since he smiled at me like nothing was

my

pulls the

to breathe,"

argue. I'm running low

life, I've had to live on the edge. When I was young, I had to work hard at

felt pressured to be the best

they died, and I found myself in the Kings family. The pressure became even worse because

compare to how painful a shredded heart truly is. I should have listened the first

Isabelle was right.

permission or see the need to just does things. I shouldn't have let you get

was what I

in the car is

hands a still shaking as hold

tighter, staring

in the still

belongs to s

who

onto the road without saying anything else. We drive in

the parking lot of a quiet outdoor café by

place is nearly empty, the soft breeze carrying the scent of salt and

car and looks at

on. You

settle for a shot of vodka, but I have

coffee should be

two coffees

waves crash gently against the shore, people walking their dogs in the distance, the world moving on like nothing is breaking inside me.