Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 121

ATHENA

FLASHBACK

7 days ago….

“It’s only been two hours. Don’t be so anxious,” Zayan says to me, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.

Alex is unpredictable.

He may think I fabricated the evidence, and that’s not even the worst that could happen.

Leah could get her hands on the documents, twist the story like she always does, and paint me as a manipulator.

I’m pacing the length of Zayan’s office, chewing on my nail, with nerves clawing up my throat when the door suddenly slams open, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

Alex stands there like a force of nature. His shoulders are rigid, his chest is heaving, and those wild green eyes are locked onto me with pure fury.

“Get the fuck out,” he growls, low and dangerous.

Zayan straightens from where he’s leaning against the desk, glaring at Alex. “It’s my office,” he snaps.

I flick my desperate gaze toward Zayan, silently begging him to give us a moment.

Zayan hesitates for just a moment before he sighs and grabs his jacket from the chair.

"Yell if you need me," he mutters to me before brushing past Alex with a glare.

The door clicks shut behind him, and it’s just me and Alex.

The Tension is thick enough to choke on.

Alex doesn't move for a long second.

Neither do I.

Alex steps forward and closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh, one hand running through his blonde hair from frustration.

When he opens his eyes again, they’re lethal.

"Tell me one thing," he says, his deep voice a low whisper.

My heart stops beating.

“What?”

“How did you find out?” He asks as he studies me.

“Look, I know you might not believe me and even get angry.”

I take a shaky breath, my fingers curling into fists to stop them from trembling.

"But I swear to you, Alex, I didn’t fake anything. I would never-"

Before I can finish, Alex steps forward.

His hand reaches out, almost hesitant, before he brushes his fingers gently against my cheek.

I freeze.

His touch is gentle, like a silent plea as his eyes struggle to look at me.

Like he’s scared I’ll break.

"I fucked up," he says, his voice so raw it slices right through me.

I blink at him, stunned, searching his face for any sign of mockery. Some cruel twist waiting to land.

But there’s none. Only realization and regret.

"You… you believe me?" I whisper, scared to even breathe.

He nods once.

"It's like we found out at the same time." he mutters with an unbelievable laugh. Like he can't believe he was played, "Luca was investigating a failed deal for me... and something wasn’t adding up. No records of Leah traveling out of the country. No pregnancy. No fucking antenatal visits. Nothing.

Then Ian showed me your records. He had been investigating since the night Rayen got hurt. He found that your records were not adding up.

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