Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 166

ATHENA

Three days later….

“Today is our last day, and we must make the best of it!” The teacher announces just as Rose pulls a chair to sit next to me.

I barely look up. My mind is still spinning, replaying that night like a broken record on loop.

The kiss.

God.

That kiss.

It had knocked the air out of my lungs and left a dull ache in my chest. I couldn’t shake off. Like a burn that wouldn’t stop tingling.

I hadn’t talked to Alex since. Not properly, anyway. I mean, we share a room, so speaking is inevitable.

We’d shared a few stolen glances, a tension-filled breakfast where I refused to look at him, and one accidental brush of hands that sent my entire nervous system into panic mode.

Rose leans toward me, snapping her gum loudly. “You look like you haven’t slept in three days.”

“I haven’t,” I mumble, flipping my pen in my hand.

“Why? You miss Zayan?” She asks.

I pause, turning to look at the growing smile on her face.

Yeah, I… I do.”

I’m lying. I don’t, but I’m not about to admit who is buried in my mind.

“We’re more similar than you think, sweetie.” Rose places a warm hand on my back.

“We are?” I laugh.

I don’t think so.

“Yep. So I’ll help you save time and tell you to just break up with Zayan. He’ll be fine. You don’t click like you do with Alex. I know that because I, too, was in the same situation.

You see, Ethan did some shady things when we just got married. He didn't cheat. he just hurt me with his actions. Then I divorced him and ran away with my surviving triplets.

I lost one, unfortunately, but two grew into beautiful kids. They’re nine this year, and we had one more, Kai is our last born.

I’m not telling you this because I support what he did. But because I can tell he loves you and as long as he didn't cheat or lay his hands on you, I think it's okay to give it another try. I saw the way he looks at you, the day we came to have Zayan reinstated.

I always see that look, so I’d know it from anywhere. I know you feel no spark with Zayan, too. So why torture yourself? Life is too short babe, you never know when you’re breathing your last, so don’t waste any second!”

My mouth opens.

Then it closes again.

Then it opens.

I can’t form any sentences. I met Ethan. I think he’s here as we speak. He must be with the fathers on the other side. But the way he looks at her, protects and loves her.

I can’t picture him being anything else.

The way he kisses Rose’s forehead every time he walks past her? The man who brings her tea every morning we’ve been here and carries their sleeping son on his back like it’s his favorite burden?

Their love looks effortless.

Like it was born perfect.

But it isn’t.

Maybe no love is ever born perfect. It has to be forged in fire, in a mess, and all the imperfections for it to thrive.

And maybe… maybe our story deserves a second chance.

Does that mean there’s hope?

Am I thinking about taking Alex back?

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