Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 62

ALEX

Three months later…..

Frustrating doesn’t even come close to describing Athena these past three months.

She’s six months long now, and every day it feels like there’s a new side of her I’m seeing. I get it, it’s not easy carrying life inside you. But damn, some days, it feels like the world is going to swallow her whole.

I’ve never felt so powerless. No matter what she’s going through, there’s nothing I can do to fix it. She’s pregnant and diagnosed with PTSD, and it makes everything feel like it’s on a knife’s edge.

I’m walking around on eggshells, trying not to make it worse. I want to help, but it seems like the harder I try, the more I fail.

I dive into the pool, the cool water enveloping me like a second skin, hoping it’ll clear my mind, even just for a moment.

I'm not sure how long I swim when my muscles feel like they're burning. Sitting by the pool's edge, I grab my phone to check for any email I might have when I stumble upon a photo.

Someone sent it to me but it's a private line. In the picture is Zayan smiling at my pregnant wife while she eats her ice cream.

The sight makes my blood boil. So she won't just smile for me but has the courage to fucking smile for another man?

How shameless has she become?

I debate tracking where he is and teaching that mother fucker a lesson. But I can't.

Not yet at least.

Groaning I stand when my phone rings, it's an international call.

I slide right and answer, “Alexander King speaking.”

“Alex.” Leah's voice reaches me.

“Leah? How are you?” I try to sound neutral despite the anger growing inside of me.

“I'm okay. How have you been?” She asks softly.

“I'm good.”

“Do you still need more medication? I can have someone bring you some.”

“Not right now. But thanks.” I respond when I hear a glass breaking.

I turn behind me and notice Athena starting to kneel to pick up the damn glasses.

What is she doing?

“Leah, let me call you back.” I hang up before walking toward my moody as fuck, pregnant wife.

“Don't touch that,” I command.

She freezes for a minute but still goes on to pick and I feel my chest vibrate.

She won't listen to me but will go out and smile at a man who she clearly knows gets on my last fucking nerves.

“Leave the fucking pieces, Athena.” I harden my voice and this seems to work because she does release them.

She moves back and her eyes finally land on me. She swallows as she drinks in my body.