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Dear Ex Wife, Please take me back novel Chapter 154

ALEX

I don’t like anyone having an advantage over me, so I did some digging and found something interesting.

Apparently, Arnold’s been walking around proud because he’s backed by Elias Quinn. They call him Elias’s second son.

Since Iann doesn’t have siblings, I’m guessing Arnold was adopted in some unofficial way and groomed like a loyal dog to serve Quinn’s interests.

His path has always been power. Politics, control, manipulation. But he’s a dumb fuck, using women and children as leverage.

And that kind of filth?

That just makes me sick.

When I saw his name on the guest list, I told myself he’d be smart enough to keep his distance. But then I watched him approach my wife and I got flashbacks to one of my worst days.

She met Arnold and Zayan on that day. If I could turn back the time, I would.

Athena isn’t the same woman they remember. She’s fire now, sharp-tongued and fierce. I watched her threaten Luca with a straight face. Luca intimidates grown men and men of power so seeing that made me so fucking proud.

But even as I saw her stand tall, something inside me twisted.

The urge to protect her never went away. It never will.

I had Ian give her the ticket for two reasons.

She must have figured it by now. But seeing her in the dress I chose, I believe she doesn't know I was involved.

It was tacky but that was the only way she would accept my gift. Seeing her walk away from me made my heart twist in pain. She looks so beautiful keeping my hands to myself is so fucking hard.

But then the lights went out.

Exactly five minutes. Long enough to trigger chaos. Long enough to ruin everything.

Someone’s getting fired, that is if they’re not smart enough to resign first.

I was clear when I said nothing could go wrong tonight. And yet here I am, blood burning with rage, holding Athena in my arms as she trembles.

She had a panic attack.

Full-blown like it was triggered.

I thought the therapy sessions helped, I thought we were past the worst.

But ... that kind of darkness must’ve pulled her straight back into that goddamn pool.

Her breathing was shallow. Her nails clawed at my suit like she couldn’t get enough air.

I didn’t think. I just moved. Scooped her up while it was dark and carried her out. Ryan cleared the way and had the penthouse ready.

I own the building so that wasn't exactly hard to do.

I got her into the master bedroom and barked at Ryan to bring emergency lights. it’s not completely lit, but at least it’s not pitch-black anymore.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe,” I whisper, pulling her closer, one hand cradling the back of her head.

She’s still out of it. Her eyes are open but unfocused, like she’s trapped in a place I can’t reach. I hate it. I hate not being able to pull her out with just words.

It's times like these when I want to go back into prison and strangle the life out of Leah!

“I’m not,” I lie.

Her lips twitch again, but then she looks down at her lap. Her fingers tangle together like she’s fighting off another wave of doubt.

I lean in, dropping my voice. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Her gaze meets mine, she opens are her mouth to say something but hesitates and closes it again.

She watches me for a beat before speaking again, “Did I ruin it?”

“Nope. No one even noticed. It was pitch black and power just got restored.”

She nods.

For a moment, neither of us says anything. The tension cracks like lighting bolts, her breathing increases and blood rushes to my heart as I feel my eyes darken.

Athena is still in my arms and I don't dare to move for fear of breaking the moment.

She doesn’t say anything.

But the silence between us grows dense, thick with unsaid words and memories we can’t outrun. We’re still on the bed, barely inches apart, the space between us charged like a live wire.

Athena shifts, turning slightly so she’s facing me.

Her knees brush mine, and the contact is enough to send a jolt through me. My hands curl into fists against my thighs.

If I touch her, I won’t stop.

But I want to. Fuck, I want to.

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