Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 124

ALEX

The walls of the hospital feel like they’re closing in.

The lights overhead are buzzing too damn loud, the sterile air stings my nose, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall claws at what’s left of my sanity.

I don’t speak.

I haven’t said a word since we got here.

I sit, with my elbows on my knees, my fingers locked tight, and my jaw clenched so hard it aches. Every part of me is burning, vibrating with a fury I’m barely keeping caged.

Not at the universe.

Not at fate.

At me.

I let this happen.

I let Leah get that close.

I fell for her lies.

Over and over again.

I believed her sob story. Let her manipulate me. And in doing so, I said the unthinkable to Athena. For the past five years, I've felt indebted to her.

Not knowing I was a jackpot in her game. Pictures of me plastered on the wall in her secret room are drilled in my fucking mind.

What a fool I've been.

Me!

Alexander King. Fooled from the word go and played like fucking ping-pong.

I thought she saved me. Imagine how I felt when Luca showed me the footage from five years ago.

She fucking spiked my drink and pretended to save me.

Then I went on to torture Athena.

God, I can still see her face when I said those awful things. Accused her of killing our child and called her unfit to be a mother.

I cut her deeper than any bullet ever could.

She constantly begged me to listen to her but I didn’t. I even thought I was punishing her when I gave Rayen that name.

Fuck!

I'm so angry I can't think clearly. Athena asked me to let her take charge of the revenge and I Let her because it's the least I can do to compensate for my mess.

Everything was going to wrap up as planned but then Leah fucked up again!

And now Sloane is in there, fighting for her life because she stepped between Athena and death like a damn shield.

The rage in my chest twists sharper.

Hotter.

My foot taps restlessly against the tile, echoing off the cold walls. Across the hall, Athena paces like a ghost, blood still smeared across her dress and arms, her eyes are glassy but dry.

She hasn’t looked at me once.

I don’t blame her.

I wouldn’t look at me either.

“Do you think she will forgive me for what I said to her?” I ask Luca who is sitting next to me and Ian.

“She’s right there, why don't you ask her?” He retorts and I fight the urge to knock him out.

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