Dear Ex Wife Please take me back

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?"noveldrama

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.

A sob rips through my chest as I shake my head, my grip tightening around the crumpled paper.

Termination attempt?

"No-Alex, please, you don't understand-" My voice cracks, but he's not listening.

His laughter is bitter, mocking, and taunting.

"I don't understand? What is there to fucking understand, Athena?" He takes a

step closer, his presence overwhelming.

"You were pregnant. With my son.

And instead of telling me, instead of coming to me, you first hid it from me. I found out right before you could run with my child. But I guess I was so dumb to think you wanted this child too. Is that why you've been meeting that Zayan fucker? Hmmm, having dates and dinner in secret? What? Did he promise you marriage after you killed my son?"

Pain.

My heart aches.

"Alex, I didn't-"

"Don't lie to me." His voice drops to something dangerous, something lethal. "I saw the photos. I saw how happy you were, smiling with him while our son-" His voice breaks, but he grits his teeth and continues. "Did he tell you to do it? Wa it worth

it, Athena? Was he worth killing my

son for?"

Tears stream down my cheeks. The lump in my throat is suffocating.

"No! I didn't do this, Alex! I didn't-"

"Then explain." His tone is cold now, almost lifeless. His fury has transformed into something worse. Something I don't know how to reach. "Explain to me how my son is dead, Athena."

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Because the truth is, I don't know.

I don't remember taking anything. I don't remember making a choice like that.

But the evidence is right in front of me.

My body trembles as I clutch the sheets beneath me, my head shaking as if I can

will away the reality of it all.

I wreck my brain trying to figure out if there was something I took.

Anything that I wasn't supposed to. But I come up empty.

I feel the guilt gripping me so tightly breathing is becoming harder and harder.

Tears roll down my cheeks. Hot and fast

"I didn't do anything like that." I whisper

"You didn't meet Zayan either?” He raises a brow.

"I-I...."

"Save it. I don't to hear your bullshit. I thought I didn't want you to suffer. I stayed by your side and desperately wished could trade places with you just so could take the pain away. But take that back I want you to suffer you should have been the one to die and not my innocent boy." He grinds out, his eyes red with fury as he speaks words that tear me apart limb from limb slowly stabbing me untill I'm left bleeding With a never ending ache.

There has to be a misunderstanding

Why won't he believe that despite our rocky marriage i would never do that to my

child?

How can he be so cruel and say these things to me?

But even before my bleeding heart can take a second, he hits me with another blow by throwing another stack of papers my way.

"These are divorce papers. Sign them and know that you will never get a chance to see Rayen. Not his face and certainly not his grave. That is my vow to you."