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.

face

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,

at 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

squeeze my eyes

at me again, then quietly pulls the car into

to breathe,"

don't argue. I'm running

was young, I had to work hard at school, so I didn't end up disappointing

pressured to be the

The pressure became even worse because I not

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

Isabelle was right.

cured. Alex doesn't ask for permission or see the need to just does things. I shouldn't have let you get

fine. Maybe this was what

the car

unsteady breathing. My hands

tighter, staring at Ryan's

the

belongs to s

reminder of who Alex

without saying anything else. We drive

pulls into the parking lot of a quiet outdoor café by the

soft breeze carrying the scent of salt

the car and looks

You

argue. I'd settle for a shot of vodka, but I have to

so coffee

coffees and sit on

facing the water. The waves crash gently against the shore, people walking their dogs in the