Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 71

ATHENA

No one can understand the pain of losing a child, and you can't even explain the pain. You can only feel it with no words to make those around you understand.

As I cried in Alex's arms earlier, I didn't know what else to do. My heart is shattered, and my heart is broken. I carried my son to full term. Went through pain with hope that I will be able to hold him in my arms.

Tears keep falling, and I can't stop them. Im watching the sun shine so fiercely when the door burts open, making me look up with a frown.

I'm shocked to see it's Alex standing before me.

He's angry.

At me.

But why?

The air in the room shifts, thick with tension, suffocating me before he even speaks a word. My body tenses instinctively, a mixture of fear and exhaustion weighing me down as I brace myself for the storm about to hit.

Rage incarnate.

His green eyes, usually so calculated and cold, are burning with something more.

The warmth he had when he told me he is going to call the doctor is nowhere in sight.

His chest rises and falls with sharp breaths, his fists clenched so tightly I can see the strain in his knuckles. The sight alone sends a shiver down my spine.

What is going on?

“Alex-” I start, but my voice is weak, hoarse from everything I’ve been through. I want to ask why he's looking at me like this, but the words don’t come fast enough.

He doesn’t wait.

The folder in his grip is thrown at me, the medical report scattering onto the bed and the floor.

“So, you didn’t want to have my child?” His voice is cold steel, cutting through the air like a blade.

His fury is dancing before me like a fire waiting to consume me, but I don’t know why he would say that. Before I can register his words, he sends me with another blow,

“How dare you kill my child, Athena?”

The accusation stabs through me, leaving me breathless.

Kill his child?

When was Rayen his child and not our child, and what the hell does he mean I killed him?

Anger bubbles inside my chest at those words, but I still want to know why he has said that.

“Oh don't look offended. That report has everything you swept under the rug.” He taunts, his voice filled with disgust.

I barely manage to grasp the whole folder before my eyes land on the damning words printed on the page.

Termination attempt.

Complications.

Infant distress.

Still born.