Dear Ex Wife, Please take me back novel Chapter 159

ALEX

Her lips part forming an O. Her beautiful eyes widen in shock as she looks at me like I have grown a second head.

But it's true.

I just hate that it took me so long to tell her.

I'm in love with Athena. And I'll do anything to have her back in my arms again. I'll do it right this time.

"I love you." I repeat.

No games. No pride. No defenses left.

Just love.

Raw. Consuming. Terrifying, how powerful it feels.

She turns her head slowly, as if needing confirmation that the words really came from my mouth. Like maybe she imagined it.

But I mean every syllable.

I love her.

God, I love her so much it’s unbearable sometimes.

When she’s happy, I feel like the sun is shining just for me.

When she smiles, like really smiles, it knocks the breath out of me. My heart races like a fool’s.

And when she laughs?

It’s over.

I’m a goner.

Every single time.

I catch myself staring at her more than I should. Memorizing the curve of her jaw, the way her lips tug to the side when she’s pretending not to care.

The tiny crease between her brows when she’s focused. The exact shade of her eyes when the sunlight hits them just right.

She’s in my blood. In every thought. In every breath.

And the way she loves Rayen… it kills me in the best way.

No one ever made me want to be better the way she does.

She doesn’t even ask for it, I just want to be that man for her. The one who protects her. The one who makes her feel safe and seen and never second best.

And yeah, I’d kill for her.

Without hesitation.

Because the thought of anything hurting her?

It makes my blood boil. I feel like burning everything to ashes. God forbid anyone who dares lay a finger on her.

They will wish for hell to come faster. Because what I'll do is worse, and it terrifies even me.

This woman has me wrapped around her finger, and I don't even know when that happened.

Even now, sitting in this car, with her arms crossed and that fire in her eyes aimed right at me, I can’t stop looking at her.

She’s angry.

She’s always distant.

My heart jumps to my throat.

“What’s wrong? Athena?” I’m already unbuckling and reaching for her seatbelt.

She waves me off instantly.

“Don’t touch me!”

I freeze.

“I thought this nightmare was over after giving birth,” she mutters, wincing as she leans back.

“Nightmare?” I repeat, my heart thudding. “Are you in labor again? Is that a thing? Oh God, should we go to the hospital?”

“No, you idiot!” she hisses, her eyes opening to glare at me like she can't believe I just said that.

That makes two of us.

“Just drive me to the nearest convenience store.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, hovering like an anxious wreck. “You look like you’re dying. Should I call an ambulance ?”

Why am I even asking.

I pull away and reach for my phone when Athena groans again,

“Put the damn phone down! I'm not dying for crying out loud.”

I throw my hands up in surrender and get back behind the wheel, starting the ignition again. As we pull onto the road, I hesitate before asking,

“By any chance… uh… have you started your....uhm... period?”