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.

hide or run. She demanded the

the eye, and

lost herself in revenge,

refuses to go out, no matter how many

to keep her safe. I will do anything for her. Anything at

went from being a stranger I made a deal with

as she wishes, and I

down beside her, careful not

press my forehead against her temple, breathing her in. She smells like lavender

My wife.

My warrior.

My home.

am of you," I whisper, my voice low against

one should ever have to carry, and you still chose to survive. You still chose to stay

throat, the kind I can't swallow

broke something

her tighter into

every scar you've ever

by me inclusive, every nightmare, I

the sheets, her wedding ring

care how strong

I've ever met But you never have to

lips brush her

I have. With my name. My power.

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

knows who's

close my eyes when my phone vibrates

using that number so I sigh as I turn

ID

instantly, the tension crawling up my

Something's wrong.

to answer as I

you calling

comes through

"Alex..."

panicked and