Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ALEX

"Is mummy okay? She never sleeps without kissing me goodnight." Rayen pouts as I put him to bed.

"But you said you hate the kisses." I run my hand through his curls.

"I do. But I want her to keep doing it. Don't tell her that I said that." He says, making me chuckle.

"You got it, big guy. Your secret is safe with me."

He smiles, and then his smile falls, "But is mummy okay?"

I nod.

"She is. She's just tired." I explain, and he nods in understanding.

I kiss him goodnight and turn the lights off before walking back to our room.

My wife is asleep with her chest going up and down slowly in soft breaths.

After the torture session, Dad called in the police to take her away, and mum has promised to get her the worst punishment with no hope of ever being free. I, on the other hand, pulled some strings so she won't have such a joyous time in prison.

It will be like hell on earth.

I'm glad Athena has found closure and has finally sorted the pain she has been holding onto for years.

She is one of the strongest women I've ever seen.

I sit at the edge of the bed, watching her sleep, and then I gently brush a strand of hair away from her cheek.

She looks peaceful now, but I know the war she just fought and won was anything but.

She cried the entire ride back home and cried while I helped give her a bath until she slept.

I study her face like it holds the answers to the world. The same face that held tears minutes ago. The same hands that shook while clutching that scalpel. The same eyes that looked down at her aunt with every ounce of pain and fury she'd bottled up for years.

But she still didn't break.

God, I've never been so proud of her.

run. She demanded the truth. She stared

and dragged them into

in revenge, but she

to go

this world upside down just to keep her safe.

deal with

at her mercy to command as she wishes, and I have no regrets or intentions

beside her, careful not to

arm wraps around her waist, and I press my forehead against her temple, breathing her in. She smells like

My wife.

My warrior.

My home.

how proud I am of you," I whisper,

to carry, and

throat, the kind I can't

I know it broke something inside you. But you didn't let it

pull her tighter

scar you've ever carried, every moment you

inclusive, every nightmare, I would. In a

at her hand resting on the sheets,

how

strongest person I've ever met But you never have to fight alone

brush

you. With everything I have. With my name. My power. My

little, shifting closer, her hand curling slightly into my chest. Like

she knows who's holding

my eyes when my phone vibrates

so I sigh as I turn over hating that

ID and

tension crawling up my spine

Something's wrong.

I walk out of

Why are you calling this

through broken and

"Alex..."

panicked and sounding