ATHENA Tears threaten to spill, but it’s not sadness I feel, it’s fear.I’m shaking, every muscle in my body on high alert. My mind races, trying to piece together what’s happening, but the thoughts come out disjointed, scrambling against each other.I watch as Alex speeds off. Where is he going?To Arnold?Or Zayan?“I didn't think I'd be baby sitting you today. What happened?” Luca asks me. I look at him with tears in my eyes. “I… don't know. Some Arnold guy-”Luca's expression changes. “Arnold Brown?”“I think so.”He steps closer, his expression turning serious making my heart beat even faster, should I tell him about Zayan too?“What did he do?” Luca asks.“He just made some remarks about me.” I mumble unsure if that's reason enough to explain why he looked ready to kill.Luca curses under his breath, “Listen, I need you to go inside the house. Don't leave or open for anyone, do you understand?” “Why… what's going on?” “I have to go after Alex, so he doesn’t do something r
ATHENA I'm in the worst mood today. I can't even get out of bed, and it's past 10 AM already. My heart keeps bleeding and shattering into a thousand pieces over and over again. I had flashes of my memory last night, and it wasn't pretty. Harsh words. Reminders of who I'll never be. But then, I also remembered Alex's soft side. How he took care of me. Stayed with me, and even though he never said it, he treated me like I was made of glass. That must have been why I hoped and prayed he'd remember what we had and forget Leah. But now I know better. It won't happen, and knowing I'll never have the man that means everything to me shatters me.I touch the left side of the bed. It's so cold which tells me he didn't come back last night. He must have spent it with Leah.But then again, whose house is this, and why am I here and not home? Do I even have a home?My phone vibrates continuously, making me wonder what it is. My heart sinks further when I see myself on the front cover of the
ATHENAI march back into the house, my hands trembling, not from fear, but from the rage still pulsing through my veins like poison. I've never felt this kind of anger before. It's hot, thick, and consuming, like wildfire burning in my chest. I feel like ripping him apart for touching my things. At first, yeah, I felt guilty, like maybe I did something to deserve all of this. But as I stomp through the halls of this stupid mansion, the realization hits me harder than ever. He does whatever the hell he wants.He sleeps out with Leah, parades her around like she's some prize, and comes home to burn my life to ashes like I mean nothing. And I? I've been nothing but loyal to this scam of a marriage. Loyal to a man who doesn't know the first thing about love. Luca raises a brow when I storm past him, but I don’t stop. “Where are you going now, Mrs. King?” he calls after me, smirking like this is some kind of show he can't wait to see the ending of. I don’t answer. Because i
Rage. I feel it as he stands behind me, and it burns hotter than the car in front of me. I'm afraid, but i’d be lying if I didn't say I wasn't feeling better. I don't flinch when I hear Alex curse behind me, though I feel his presence like a storm crashing into my back. For a moment, I can’t take my eyes off the flames eating his precious car, the same way he’s been eating away at my soul since the day we married. My memories have started returning, and most of them have been good until two months ago. I shouldn't blame him, though. I signed up for this. But when he starts dictating who I can talk to and start burning my things, that’s where I draw the line. His hands are on me before I can move, spinning me around so fast I almost stumble. “Why did you do that, Athena?” He asks, his eyes dancing in fury. I tilt my head, offering him a sweet, cold smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “ Can you take a lucky guess?” His jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. Hi
ATHENA "No man in there should touch you, Athena," Alex mutters darkly, his arm resting along the backseat, fingers casually brushing my shoulder like a silent threat. I turn my head slowly to face him, forcing a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "Will you tell them I'm your wife?"His jaw works, teeth grinding so hard I can see the tension in his neck. "No," he finally spits out, his voice hard enough to cut through glass. I let out a soft, bitter laugh and look away, watching the city lights blur past the window. "Then you shouldn’t care," I say quietly but firmly, knowing it’ll get a rise out of him. Before I can blink, Alex shifts closer, his hand shooting out to grip my thigh under the thin fabric of my dress, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. "What did you just say to me?," he growls, and I swallow. Not daring to repeat the words with how he's looking at me. Ryan stiffens in the driver’s seat, eyes darting to the mirror before quickly looking away. A
ALEXI drum my finger on the table as I watch Athena. She just laughed at something Noah said, and I already want to rip her off that chair. I've always had control of everything, but this woman seems to be proving me wrong. From the way I Itch to touch her soft skin to the way my heart boils at the mention of divorce from her lips. This is wrong. These thoughts are wrong. I shouldn't feel this way for a woman I'm bound to leave. A smile threatened to stretch my lips at the memory of how hot she looked when she challenged me. She burnt my car simply because I burnt her stupid outfit, and I must say it shocked me that wasn't upset about it. Especially when it's my favorite car. “Right Alex?” Leah's voice reaches my ears and I turn to face her, not knowing what the fuck she said. “Right.” I respond nonchalantly but can't help but wonder what the hell I just agreed to when I see a flicker of hurt in Athena’s eyes. She avoids my gaze and bites her bottom lip.That damn lip drives m
ALEX I slam the door and walk to my seat. We reach our house in record time.Athena whirls on me the moment we step inside. "What the hell is your problem, Alex?" she snaps, eyes blazing. I step closer, crowding her against the wall, my hands braced on either side of her head, caging her in. "My problem?" I growl, leaning in. "You’re out there, hanging all over my cousin like you want to make a show of it." She laughs bitterly, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes, maybe nerves, maybe something else. "I’m hanging all over him? You were just dancing with Leah like she’s your damn wife!" she fires back, shoving my chest, but I don't move. "Don’t play games with me, Athena," I bite out, my face so close I can see her pupils dilate. She glares, but her breathing quickens, and I know I’m getting to her. "You're jealous," she accuses, her voice softer now, as if she can't believe it herself. I smirk, though there's nothing funny about the way my chest feels tigh
ATHENA Two months later….“I've been so ashamed to visit you. I'm sorry it took me so long!” Mira, hold my hands, and I hold hers back. “It wasn't your fault.” I smile at her, but she shakes her head. “It was. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long.” Tears well in her eyes, and I laugh. I'm having a hard time trying to put the face in my mind, but after failing miserably, I just sighed. But just a look at her, I can tell she's someone I'd totally be friends with. “You look cute like that.” I tease when she glares at me. “How are you feeling?” She asks, and I groan as I lean back in the hospital bed. I hate hospitals, and having come back here meant I was on my last stroll. Nothing about this place eases my mind. So when I was told I've always wanted to be a doctor, I knew I had to get help if I'm going to live to my full potential. There must have been a reason why I wanted to be a doctor. I just know it.“Athena, babe. Stop spacing out. How are you feeling?” Mira repeats
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