Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 72

ATHENA

The weight of his words presses down on me like a crushing avalanche, suffocating me with each syllable. His words… his accusations… they pierce through my already fragile heart like daggers.

The pain from labor suddenly feels numb as compared to how much he has injured me.

“Not his face, and certainly not his grave.”

The pain that erupts in me is unimaginable.

I can’t breathe.

It feels like the air is stolen from my lungs, the very oxygen I need to survive now out of reach.

I look down at the divorce papers he’s just thrown at me, the words on the page blurring as my tears pool in my eyes. My vision goes foggy. Everything around me seems distant, unreal, like I’m watching this whole scene unfold from far away.

Did he really just say that? Did he truly believe that I could kill our son? That I could willingly harm the child I carried for so long?

I don't know how much time passes. It feels like a lifetime in this silence, this unbearable stillness.

The tension between us, thick and suffocating, builds with every passing second, my heartbeat hammering in my chest. But it's not my heartbeat that I hear. It’s the sound of my own soul breaking, shattering, splintering under the weight of his accusations.

“Alex, please…” I whisper again, my voice raw, fragile. I try to reach for him, but he takes a step back, his face contorted with disgust.

He turns, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he heads for the door. I don’t know how to stop him. I don't know how to make him understand that I didn't do this.

I would never do this.

I want to scream, to run after him, but I can't bring myself to move. The pain is too much, the reality of what’s happening too overwhelming. I don’t want to lose him. I don't want to lose Rayen, even though he’s already gone.

“Alex, please.” I plead.

How will I live with myself if I can't even send off my son?

This is cruel!

My voice cracks, and desperation in my tone. But he doesn't stop. He doesn’t even turn around.

The door slams behind him, and I am left standing in the wreckage of everything I’ve known.

He was comforting me just minutes ago. What happened? What changed him into this monster?

My knees give way, and I collapse onto the bed, clutching the divorce papers in my hands as though they might somehow provide me with the answers I need, the truth that’s been hidden from me.

But nothing will fix this. Nothing will bring Rayen back. Nothing will heal the wounds that Alex has just opened up inside me.

I am left with nothing but the echoes of his words, the weight of the lies, and the empty space where my son’s smile should have been.

Tears fall freely now, each one a bitter reminder of everything I’ve lost.

“I didn’t do this…” I whisper into the silence, my voice trembling.

But I don’t know if anyone will ever believe me again.

Maybe if I wait a little, he comes to his senses. I'm angry, broken, and shattered, but I also feel hopeless with no one to call.