Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 181

ATHENA

“No killing, Luca!” I give him a side glance as he drives to whatever is our destination.

“This is why I wanted you to go to the hospital! You'll just get in the way.” He complains.

Hospital.

One word.

But has the power to make my heart stop.

I don't want to go there hopelessly. I can't face Alex like that. I want to go there with hope and a solution. My only prayer is we get there on time because Rayen will never forgive me.

“Do you know what caused his heart attack? Could it have been induced by something or someone?” I ask with a pounding heart.

Truth is, guilt has been eating me and a part of me is afraid that I may have been the reason behind this.

Luca shakes his head.

“No. He knew it was coming. He even prepared a will and put some of his assets in a trust.” He turns to look at me, “With you as the trustee.”

“What?”

Luca doesn’t repeat himself. He just keeps his eyes on the road, both hands tight on the wheel, his jaw clenched like saying those words physically hurt him.

I know he's hurting and panicking just like I am. Maybe even more. Having made a will and put things in order doesn't make any of us feel better, it scares the shit out of us.

“I’m the trustee?” My voice is barely above a whisper.

“You heard me.”

“But… why?” I ask, completely stunned. “After everything? I don’t understand.”

He exhales sharply, a bitter kind of laugh slipping through. “Because Alex never stopped loving you. Not for a second. Doesn’t matter how mad or betrayed you felt, Athena. You’re it for him. Always have been.”

I shake my head, my thoughts spiraling.

He made me the trustee.

Me.

I hold power over things he spent his whole life building… and I don’t even know a thing about running a business.

He was telling the truth about not having used me for the formula. I should have listened to him.

Tears sting my eyes again, but I push them back this time. I’ve cried enough. What Alex needs isn’t my guilt. It’s action. It’s strength.

And I won’t let him down again.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I murmur after a long pause.

“Would you have believed me?” Luca glances at me. “You hated him. Hated me. You were running on pain and anger. I had to wait until you saw the truth for yourself. Besides, I was mad at you too. Angry even.”

I look away, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

“I don’t hate him,” I whisper. “I never really did.”

Luca doesn’t reply.

The silence between us isn’t awkward. It’s heavy, loaded with everything we’ve seen, heard, done in the past twenty-four hours.

Eventually, I speak again.

“He didn't write a stupid order asking us not to use the formula did he?” I ask with a shiver in my voice.

Luca sighs, “Using the formula will put you in danger. So he must have done something to stop you from using it.”

“And you'll do what he wants?”

“The fuck I am.” He clicks his tongue. “The fucker doesn't get to die on me. Not in a million years.”

Relief floods my insides as a small smile slips past my lips.

“You're a good friend, Luca.”

He chuckles, “Make sure to tell him that when he tries to kill me.”

Leaning back against the headrest, I turn my head to look at him,

“So what’s the plan? Where does Ian’s brother live?”

“Downtown. He has a private lab. He’s been hiding out there ever since he realized I was sniffing around.”

“How do we get in?”

Luca smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief that borders on dangerous.

“Oh, sweetheart. We don’t get in. I break in.”

I frown. “And what am I supposed to do? Just stand and cheer from the sidewalk?”

“You’ll cover me.”

“With what? My stethoscope and a sad little ponytail?”

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