Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"She shouldn't be doing this." lan tries to block me, but I ignore him.

I will be the one to do this surgery. I have to.

I scrub in as the nurses rush around, prepping the instruments, adjusting

monitors, and testing the drug, ensuring it's safe to use since so many years have passed.

It's a kind of drug that has to go straight to the heart, so some surgery is required. It's not much, but it's extremely delicate. The shot has to be precise so the heart can regenerate. Any mistake can be fatal.

My heart is a drum in my chest, steady but brutal.

"She's emotionally compromised-" Another doctor says.

"This is what happens when you try to play hero."

I turn to face everyone waiting. My eyes fall on Ariana, and her eyes are red from

how much crying she has been doing. Eli is holding her, but when we share a look, he nods.

He believes in me.

That's enough.

"I'm the only one who knows his heart, so I

I will do this surgery. If you have objections, you can sue me or take it up with my lawyer."

"Who would even want to defend you in such a case? Against the Kings?" Mateo scoffs.

"I will." Ariana stands, wiping her tears. "So unless you want to be the first one I sue, I suggest you shut up and let her do her job!"

Luca stands just outside the glass partition, his arms folded and his jaw tight. He has a look of debate on his face. He's had it since I told him I'd do the surgery without lan.

We can't have two emotionally connected people.

"Athena-"

in because I'm the best, didn't you? You trusted me to

but doing it alone?"

a breath. His

Love him?

that what

on fire if he decides to leave me! The constant craving for his touch, wishing he could recover

Is this love?

know, but it's

It's need.

insides, demanding he lives even if he never looks at me the same

needs him to live. My

you want. But if he dies, I die with him.

The room goes silent.

eyes harden,

steps forward and places her hand on my shoulder. She

me all I need to

Come back with him.

as I kick the door, which slides

operating room is cold and too sterile

"Vitals?" I ask.

replies, "Stable but weak. We're ready when you are,

the

There he is.

snake across his chest. His skin looks pale, too pale. Not the man who used to taunt me with nothing but a smirk

the man who scared

with a single

s

peaceful and asleep. Something tugs inside

claiming him as

spreads in my chest like a fire out of control and that

much to say