Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 185

ATHENA

“She shouldn’t be doing this.” Ian tries to block me, but I ignore him.

I will be the one to do this surgery. I have to.

I scrub in as the nurses rush around, prepping the instruments, adjusting monitors, and testing the drug, ensuring it's safe to use since so many years have passed.

It's a kind of drug that has to go straight to the heart, so some surgery is required. It's not much, but it's extremely delicate. The shot has to be precise so the heart can regenerate. Any mistake can be fatal.

My heart is a drum in my chest, steady but brutal.

“She’s emotionally compromised-” Another doctor says.

“This is what happens when you try to play hero.”

I turn to face everyone waiting. My eyes fall on Ariana, and her eyes are red from how much crying she has been doing. Eli is holding her, but when we share a look, he nods.

He believes in me.

That's enough.

“I’m the only one who knows his heart, so I

I will do this surgery. If you have objections, you can sue me or take it up with my lawyer.”

“Who would even want to defend you in such a case? Against the Kings?” Mateo scoffs.

“I will.” Ariana stands, wiping her tears. “So unless you want to be the first one I sue, I suggest you shut up and let her do her job!”

Luca stands just outside the glass partition, his arms folded and his jaw tight. He has a look of debate on his face. He's had it since I told him I'd do the surgery without Ian.

We can't have two emotionally connected people.

“Athena-”

“No.” I snap off the glove from my left hand and look straight at him. “You brought me in because I’m the best, didn’t you? You trusted me to save his life before, so what has changed.”

“This is different, I thought Ian would help but doing it alone?” he says quietly. “You love him.”

I pause for half a breath. His words sinking inside my bones.

Love him?

Is that what I feel?

This deep ache wanting to set everything on fire if he decides to leave me! The constant craving for his touch, wishing he could recover quickly so he'd annoy me.

Is this love?

I don't know, but it’s worse.

It’s need.

It’s desperation clawing at my insides, demanding he lives even if he never looks at me the same way again.

Even if he stops loving me. I need him to live. Our son needs him to live. My heart aches for his mother. I can only imagine how she is feeling.

“I don’t care what it is,” I respond hoarsely, pulling on a fresh glove. “Love, obsession, stupidity, call it what you want. But if he dies, I die with him. Not physically… but everything human left in me will rot away.”

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