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

and dragged them

herself in revenge, but

a fire that refuses to

to keep her safe. I

a stranger I made a deal with to the mother of my son

and I have no regrets or intentions of

lie down beside her, careful not to

I press my forehead against her temple, breathing her in. She

My wife.

My warrior.

My home.

idea how proud I am of you," I

faced the worst. You faced the truth no one should ever have to carry, and you still chose to survive. You still chose to stay faithful to who

my throat, the kind I can't

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

pull her tighter

you've

inclusive, every nightmare, I would. In

the sheets, her

care how strong you

met But you never

brush her

With my

her hand

she knows who's holding

eyes when my phone vibrates

only family calls me using that number so I sigh as I turn over hating that I have to release Athena so I can pick

check the ID and

crawling up my spine

Something's wrong.

I walk

are you calling

voice comes through broken

"Alex..."

panicked and