Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"I didn't mean to-"

"Murder them? Take everything away from me? What didn't you mean to? Because from the looks of things, you've been living a pretty good life using my trust fund."

I look around before my eyes fall on hers. And to think I loved this woman when I was a child.

Honestly, I don't care about the money, and I would have left her alone had she not turned out to be my parents' murderer.

"I was desperate," she whimpers, tears now streaking through the smeared mascara. "I didn't know they'd actually die. I thought they'd just be scared and give into what I wanted, I swear to you!"

"Wrong answer." I stand, the cold water dripping from her clothes onto the floor like guilt refusing to disappear.

"Please, Athena-"

"I wanted to believe you were just heartless. Maybe you abandoned me out of pride or resentment. But you made sure they never came back. You made sure I never had a family again."

I toss the knife onto the table beside her with a loud clang, watching her flinch.

"You want the truth you little bitch? Fine! Your whore of a mother took Marcus from me, lived my life, and I had to watch! I was going to marry him because I saw him first. But Elena being a whore she was, went and slept with him, trapping him with pregnancy! That's why I hate you and your mother! I took nothing because it was all mine to begin with! But hearing Leah's story," She laughs, "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She and her parents were also searching for information. So we traded and everything would have been perfect had you minded your own business!"

I don't remember reaching for the scalpel again.

But suddenly, it's in my hand.

The sharp edge gleams under the flickering ceiling light, the tip pressed against the soft flesh beneath her jawline.

My breaths come out ragged, like every inhale is dragged through broken glass and all I see is red.

in my

here,

should she

under your skin? That's where I'll start. I'll cut just enough to make it hurt. Just enough to

hear a

I smile,

why I'll reward

lifts, slow, and controlled. One strike and it would all end. The ache in my chest. The scream in my soul. The little

making her

piercing the

through the gash I

her cry even

her to

I felt

names into the dark. The way was bullied and made fun of at the orphanage all because she had a stupid

background as rage takes over me like

pull the scalpel back again, ready to go deeper.

make the next cut, warm hands

Not rough or forceful.

Just... grounding.

in my ear, and something about the way he says my

the tears on my cheeks until he

he murmurs again, stepping in front of me, shielding her from my view.

I've been running a marathon. My throat feels raw

voice breaks.

face, bringing my forehead to his. "But you

look down and see the blood on my hands. The