Athena The door shuts and I keep my face forward, like I haven't heard him walk in. I arrived a few hours ago with Ryan helping me while my husband probably went to lay off some steam with the love of his life. I tried to shower but it's been a bitch because I'm still so sore and I almost died in there.I imagined Ryan's face pale when he heard my scream but couldn't come in. Alex would kill him. My entire body is in pain but I'd rather die than show that weakness. “How are you feeling?” His deep voice caresses my skin. But I harden my heart and fix my face. “Fine.” “Athena.” “I'm tired, Alex. Let me just watch TV in peace.” Silence settles between us, heavy and suffocating. I keep my eyes glued to the screen, even though I’m not really watching. I can feel him standing there, his presence pressing down on me, but I refuse to look at him. I hear him sigh, then the rustling of fabric as he moves. I expect him to leave, but instead, he walks closer. I tense when I feel t
Athena“Come on Athena! You missed every party we've had. We need to celebrate our final paper!” Mira hooks her hand Into mine and I wince. “Careful, I'm still in pain.” It has been two weeks since my accident and my body has healed but when too much pressure is applied, it stings. After I was discharged, officers came home and asked if I had anyone who would target me and honestly, I couldn't think of anyone. Ariana suggested they get me a bodyguard but I declined. It was going to just cause unnecessary attention. They were reluctant at first but I managed to convince them and now here I am. Mira has been my friend since my first year and although I wouldn't call her my best friend, she's the closest I have to one. Her face reddens. “Oh I'm so sorry. I thought you were better.” I laugh, “I am. We can talk about the party once I write my exams, okay? I'm anxious and I'm not sure they'll let me sit for them.”One thing about this school is that they don't compromise and reputat
AthenaThe moment I step out of the exam hall, I release a long breath, stretching my fingers after hours of gripping my pen. It's finally over. Since it was differed, we had to write all three papers missed in one sitting. It was exhausting but I know that I nailed it. I really want to be a great doctor. I feel like it's the only thing that will keep me close to my parents. I just hope the results will be favorable too!I should be relieved, but the second I take another step forward, I stop dead in my tracks. Alex is standing there. He's wearing a suit like he always does. Dressed to the nines with no wrinkle in sight And his hair perfectly done. Girls are swooning over him but no one dares to approach him.Leaning casually against his sleek black SUV, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he owns the damn place. Of course, he does. His company probably sponsors the whole school. My mood sours instantly. Why is he here again?I look around but keep walking. Avoi
AthenaLater that evening,I keep my eyes closed, my breathing slow and even, pretending to be asleep. I hear my bedroom door open slightly before clicking shut. A few seconds later, I hear the soft click of the main door locking. I wait. Then another click. .The door closes. He's gone. I sit up immediately, my heart pounding from the rush of victory.Sleep in, my ass!I practically launch myself out of the bed and rush into my bathroom, kicking off my shoes as I rush to the shower. Stripping off my exam-day outfit, I take a quick shower and search my wardrobe for the shortest, tightest dress I own—black, sleek, and sinful. I try on the one I bought on my birthday last year. I got it to seduce Alex, but he took one look at me and walked out. Let's just say my ego was bruised but that's why I'm doing this! I'm taking back everything he has stolen from me. Starting from my confidence. Standing on the mirror, I slick my hair into a high ponytail, the style giving me an e
AthenaMy smile drops instantly. Suddenly the cold air starts to sting and this is the moment I wish I had superpowers so I can vanish.But wasn't this my plan?To have fun because this man doesn't control me?Alex stands there, tall and menacing, his green eyes hard and unreadable. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. He looks relaxed, but I know better. His gaze drags over me, slow, lazy and deliberate. My heart pounds. I swallow. “How did you—” “Shut up.” The air turns suffocating. He takes a step forward, his expression impassive, but the way he looks at me—like I’m filth beneath his shoe—sends a chill down my spine. My fingers tighten around the railing behind me. “What the fuck did I tell you?” he says, his voice calm. Too calm. My throat goes dry. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Alex tilts his head, his gaze flicking down to my dress, my bare legs, then back up to my face. Something flashes i
ATHENAI've read so many articles about drowning, but no one has ever given it justice. No one ever explained what it really feels like. They wrote about the silence, the stillness—but not the agony. No one warned us how the cold water would punch the air from your lungs the second you hit the surface. The first thought that comes to my mind is that i can't swim. I open my mouth to scream, but all I taste is water. Panic explodes in my chest. I thrash wildly—arms flailing, legs kicking—but the dress clings to my skin like a vice, dragging me down. My hair fans out around me, floating like a dark halo as I sink deeper. The muffled sounds of the party above me fade. With how loud the music is, no one will find me. If only Alex would change his mind and look back, turn to look for me. Maybe I'll get a chance to live. But every second that passes is a cruel reminder. He's with Leah. He won’t notice. No one will see me. My lungs burn, a searing pain growing with every se
ALEX “Alex, put Athena on the phone. I need to confirm what she wants for her graduation.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, the muscles in my jaw ticking as I lean back against the couch. Just hearing her name is making my blood boil. She didn't listen to me, went with a dress that would put her ass on display with a slight bend, and now I have to play the perfect husband who says good things about his wife. This marriage is starting to feel like torture. I would divorce her tomorrow, but Nana is not stable, and the last thing I want is to trigger her heart attack. “She’s not here,” I respond flatly. “Don't use that tone on me, young man!” Mum snaps, and I sigh.“I'm sorry.” I sigh, running my hand through my hair.“Is everything okay? You know you can always speak to me, right?” Her voice is full of concern.“Just work stress, mum. I'm okay. As for the gift, isn't it supposed to be a surprise?” I soften my voice, hoping we can change the subject. “Why do you need her opinion i
ALEX The world stops. The music fades. The flashing lights blur into nothing. Mira’s words echo in my skull like a gunshot. She drowned, Alex. No. No, she didn’t. How could she? Did she throw herself in the pool when I left? Was it because she was so drunk that she fell? Or did she do it to spite me? Honestly, my mind is spinning so much that I can't think straight. To make it worse, a memory from earlier hits me like a wave,The stretcher from earlier,The flash of a white sheet stained with water, clinging to a limp figure. I move without thinking, shoving past bodies, my pulse hammering so hard it’s all I can hear. Athena. I don’t even remember reaching the paramedics, but suddenly I’m there — grabbing the arm of a man in uniform, my voice a raw snarl. “Is she alive?” “Sir, please stand back—” “IS SHE ALIVE?” The other paramedic’s eyes shift toward the ambulance doors, just as they slam shut. “No,” I breathe, panic strangling me. “No. Open the damn do
ATHENA One week later….I'm going through the hardest time of my life. Nothing I do seems to close the hole in my chest. Giana and Ariana have been reaching out, but I haven't had the strength to face them. Not since that day when the guards threw me out at the orders of Alexander. I didn't call for them because I was ashamed and that was what Alex wanted. To humiliate me. The cruel bastard wouldn't even let me send my son off. I have no memory of what he looks like and now I don't know where he was buried. I've cried an ocean but none of it seems to be working well for me. I had received an offer to do internship In the outskirts of the city where there has been an outbreak of a virus. So here I am. Waiting for my flight when I hear angry steps walking towards me. I look up to find a face I've never seen before. She looks ready to bite my face off and before I can say anything, she tries to land a slap on my face but I block her. Not today. “You bitch! How dare you ruin m
ALEX “Take everything away from him. I want his father's company ruined, and his career shattered.” I instruct Ryan.It's been a week since I processed the divorce papers, and instead of feeling better, I feel even more angry. She easily signed the damned papers for someone who denied what was right in front of her. As if it wasn't enough, Zayan drove her home. What a disgusting sight. “Alex, maybe you need to slow down.” Noah's annoying voice reaches my ears, and I turn to glare at him.“I'd shut the fuck up if I were you.” I grind out as I grab my glass of whiskey. I'm not a heavy drinker but fuck, I can use a few right now. I want to ruin Zayan, starting with his father's stupid political career to his damned one as a doctor. “Text Ian, I want Zayan fired and if he's still at the hospital tomorrow, we are going to have a problem.” I grind out before taking another sip. Luca is quietly watching. Wise choice. I don’t need anyone questioning me right now. Especially not m
ATHENAThe 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, t
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
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 i
ALEX The room is too quiet. The kind of silence that feels like it’s pressing down on me, suffocating, heavy with things unsaid. The machines beep in slow, steady intervals, a cruel reminder that life moves forward even when it feels like it shouldn’t.Athena hasn’t woken up yet.I haven’t moved since mum had them take Rayen. I couldn't find the strength to bury my son with his mother still unconscious So I decided to wait until she wakes up so we can figure this out together. I should say something. Do something. But all I can do is stare at her, at the way her eyelashes rest against her cheeks, at how fragile she looks against the hospital bed. I don't want her here. I want her resting in my bed back at home while I rub her feet even though I know it will be a drop in the ocean. My grip tightens around her hand as if holding on will somehow keep her from slipping further away from me. As if it will undo what’s already been done.I never knew that childbirth was this risky. I ha
ALEXI don't know how long I've been pacing outside the hospital room. Minutes? Hours? Time doesn’t feel real when you’re forced to wait. My hands clench into fists, then relax, only to clench again. Every few seconds, I hear her. Athena. Her voice, raw with pain, broke through the walls that separate us. Each sound she makes feels like a blade against my skin, cutting deeper and deeper. And I can't do anything about it. I run a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. The sterile hospital air does nothing to settle the weight in my chest. I’ve faced a lot of things in my life, fights, failures, and loss, but nothing prepared me for this kind of helplessness. When I first stepped into that room, she told me to leave. And for the first time, I actually listened. Because I saw it in her eyes. The anger. The frustration. The pain. She didn't want me there. And maybe... maybe she was right. Maybe I don’t deserve to be in that room with her. But I can’t leave, either.
ATHENA I don't know how we get to the hospital or how I find myself in the VIP room. But all I know is I'm suddenly on the bed with an IV on my hand. Those G****e searches I did about how labor occurs didn't prepare me enough for this. I groan as the world spins while the contractions come in waves, slow at first, like an approaching storm. I grip the bedsheets, my breathing uneven as the dull ache in my lower back sharpens. The nurse moves around the room, checking the monitors, speaking in a calm voice, but her words blur into the background. "You're only three centimeters dilated," she says, offering me an encouraging smile. "We still have a long way to go." How encouraging. I grimace. Three. I exhale sharply, frustration mixing with the discomfort. Every second feels like an eternity. Alex stands by the bed, watching me, his arms crossed. The usual arrogance in his expression is gone, replaced by something unreadable. Concern? Guilt? I don't care. I don't want him her
ATHENAMy fingers tighten around the doorknob as I stare at Alex. His green eyes burn into me with an intensity that makes my chest feel tight. There’s no mistaking the anger simmering that look, but his voice remains dangerously calm when he speaks.“There she is. The mother of my unborn child.”The way he says it sends a chill down my spine. My heart hammers, but I refuse to let him see the effect he has on me. I push the door shut behind me and drop my bag onto the small table by the entrance. I grab my takeaway pack and sit on the couch, trying to seem unbothered even though my heart is in my throat.“I didn’t realize you still lived here,” I say, my tone laced with mockery.His lips twitch in something that is far from a smile, and he slowly rises to his feet. The air in the room shifts. Alex never raises his voice, but his presence alone is suffocating.When he speaks, you hear him, no matter how low his tone is.“I’ve been busy,” he replies, rolling up his sleeves even further