Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 96

ALEX

My fists launch forward as I hit the punching bag, sending it flying before swinging back to me.

I’m shirtless, soaked in sweat, muscles burning, lungs dragging in air like I’ve just run through hell.

I need the pain.

I need the adrenaline

I need anything that’ll keep her out of my damn head.

It's like Athena wants to be buried deep In my bones and won't leave me the fuck alone. I don't like her, so you can imagine the way I feel when I can't stop thinking about how she looked in that damn grocery store.

That fucking long black hair. Reminds me of the times I used to curl my hands around it while I….

Fuck!

I hit the bag again. Harder. My knuckles sting. The chains creak. The bag swings back like it’s taunting me.

Because if I slow down if I stop, I’ll start thinking. And if I start thinking, I’ll see her again. Standing in the middle of the cheese aisle like she never left. Like we hadn’t torn each other to pieces.

Her name tastes like fire on my tongue, and I hate that I even remember how she smells.

God, she looked good. Too good. Way too unbothered for a woman who once loved Me like there was no tomorrow.

It's pretty impressive if you ask me.

How she moved on without a care in the world. I eventually gave her the address of where my son was laid. Every week when I go there I find flowers and the place cleaned.

Which makes me so fucking mad. Why did she try to abort if she gave a damn?

And Rayen?

Don’t even get me started. The little traitor damn near dragged her into our future like I hadn’t already buried her in our past.

“Daddy she looks like a Princess,” he said.

What kind of poetic crap is that?

I grunt and throw a brutal uppercut, my abs flexing, sweat dripping down my spine.

No. She doesn’t get to sneak in like that.

Not in my head.

Not in his life.

I jab left. Then right. Again. And again. Until my arms go numb. Until my body trembles from the effort of holding it together.

The gym lights flicker overhead, casting shadows over the raw edge of my jaw and the clench in my back. My chest heaves. The bag swings back lazily now mocking me with its silence.

The vibrating of my phone is What makes me stop from tearing the punching bag.

The screen flashes Leah.

I slide right.

“Ever since I had Rayen, you answer the phone within a second.” She purrs.

I don't know if that's supposed to be funny, but I don't hear myself laughing. Neither does she.

“I have a dinner to attend. Its for work, all the doctors are gathering to welcome the others and launch the -”

“Why didn't you drop him off at mum's?” I cut her off knowing she's probably calling because of Rayen.