Dear Ex Wife Please take me back

ALEX

"What did you say?" My eyes lift up to meet the nurse.

"Do you know the patient, Sir?" She asks, her eyes filled with fear.

Was this supposed to be a fucking secret?

"I asked you a question." I grind out.

"The owner of that file drank something... something meant to terminate the pregnancy. We were told to find out what could have gone wrong and that was what the results showed."

The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. The paper crumples slightly in my hand, my vision narrowing in on the damning words printed before me.

Athena tried to abort our child.

A sharp, cold rage unfurls in my chest, warring with the grief that had already been drowning me.

"What was it?" My words are clipped, controlled only by a thread of restraint.

"I-I don't know exactly, but whatever she took, it wasn't enough to end the pregnancy immediately. It caused complications. The baby..." She pauses, eyes darting around as if afraid to say it out loud.

"Say it." My voice is dangerously quiet.

She exhales shakily. "The baby was born in distress. There was nothing they could do."

Nothing they could do.

The grief in my chest turns into something else. Something darker.

If she didn't want the baby, she should have given birth and given him to me. How can she be so cruel to her own?

Then it hits me like a fucking train. The photos, constant smiles and the way she was slowly changing.

No!

Did she kill my son just to be with that bastard?

Did he tell her to do it?

My mind is a whirlwind of frustration and with every thought my anger is growing.

I feel my heart ache in ways I haven't felt before.

I turn on my heel and walk away, my mind racing, heart pounding, my breath short.

She lied to me.

She lied to me about everything.

And now our son is dead because of it.

This is unforgivable!

Pulling out my phone, I text Ryan and ask him to be quick with my task.

Unable to trust myself with how angry I am, I storm out of the hospital, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

My grip on my phone is so tight my knuckles turn white, but I don't care.

My mind is a whirlwind of rage, betrayal, and something even darker. An ache so deep it threatens to tear me apart.

The cold air does nothing to cool the fire raging inside me.

I begin to pace outside my car, trying to find a loophole. Trying to believe I've been deceived but everything is pointing to it.

I owe Rayen justice and he will get it.

I shove the phone into my pocket and head straight for my car door. My pulse pounds in my ears as slide into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel so hard I feel like I might snap it in half.

She lied to me.

She stole from me.

She killed my son.

And now, she's going to face me.noveldrama

I throw the car into gear and speed back to the office to grab what I asked Ryan to

put in place.

The drive to the office is a blur, my vision clouded by pure, unfiltered rage. My fingers drum impatiently against the steering wheel, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. Every breath I take feels forced, labored,

like my lungs refuse to function

under the weight of my fury.

Ryan better be fucking ready.

I screech into the parking lot, killing the engine in one swift move before throwing the door open.

My feet hit the pavement hard as I march inside, my presence alone making the staff shrink back. They can feel it too. The storm brewing beneath my skin, the kind that destroys everything in its path.

Ryan is already standing in my office when I get there, a folder in his hands. He looks up as I walk in, his expression unreadable, but I don't have the patience for hesitation.

"Is it done?" My voice is hard, leaving no room for anything but a yes.

Ryan nods, extending the folder toward me. "Everything you asked for. But sir, are you sure about this?"

My fingers tighten around the folder as I rip it from his grasp, my pulse hammering

at the question of wether I'm sure or not.

Ignoring his stupid question,

I flip the pages open, scanning through the information at lightning speed. Every detail, every

connection, every trace of him innet

Athena's life is laid out in black and white. Every photo I've ever received is there and just looking at it is enough to drive me off the cliff.

Snapping the folder shut, I turn on my heel, and rush to my car.

I don't know how I get to the hospital, as I find my self swigning the door open when I'm met with the last face I want to see.

"Alex-" She begins.

That weakness in her voice is annoying to me now. How dare she pretend to be hurt when she caused this all because she wanted to be with another man?

I don't give her a chance to speak when I throw the medical report on her face,

"So, you didn't want to have my child? How dare you kill my child, Athena!"