Second one for today!. Happy reading. *runs to hide*
ATHENALooks of pity.I detest them—and I'd rather not receive any.They feel like quiet judgments wrapped in sympathy. Like everyone’s saying, “poor Athena”, without ever opening their mouths.Noah and Sloane have been so quiet, I didn’t even realize they were still in the room.It’s only when I feel the warm weight of a jacket settle over my shoulders that I notice Noah beside me. He doesn’t say much. He never does when I’m hurting. But the way his eyes soften, the way he avoids looking at Alex’s direction, says everything.He's angry and is having a hard time keeping that in check.“Let me drive you home,” he murmurs.“I’ll come with you,” Sloane says, stepping forward. But Noah shakes his head.“Stick around. Keep me updated.”A flicker of protest dances across her face, but then I give her a small, tired smile. “I’ll call you.”She nods, and I can tell she wants to say something more but doesn’t.I step over to Ariana and pull her into a brief hug, then turn to Giana.She looks…
ATHENA“We can't treat you. Our hospital is full, and if I get you the bill, I bet you won't be able to afford it.” Annie says, and I have to stop everything I'm doing to ensure I heard her right.Annie is PGY-4, so she is a pain in the ass but she is good at what she does and is my senior, so you can only imagine what I have to deal with. “Dr. Please! My father is dying and we won't have enough time to make it to another hospital!” A young girl who doesn't look to be over twenty cries as she begs her to admit her father. “All this begging is time you’re wasting!” Annie snaps, her arms crossed, annoyance etched into every line of her face.I slam the patient chart shut and whirl around.“Excuse me?” My voice slices through the halls of the ER like a scalpel.Annie turns to me with that smug little smile she always wears when she thinks she’s untouchable.“This isn’t charity, Dawson. We have protocols and capacity limits—”“No.” I step forward, fire burning in my chest. “What we have
ATHENAMy heart stutters. That voice.Even if the years had dulled it, even if time had blurred every echo of that night, I’d still recognize it anywhere.Leah.The last time I saw her, she was standing in the doorway of my apartment with Alex’s child in her arms.Rubbing it in my face that she had what I could never give him even if I tried. I looked at the child for the first time, and my heart shattered. He was the spitting image of Alex with his eyes. I shut the door in her face and applied to work in the furthest hospital I could find. And now, she’s here.Why is she here?Dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit with a white coat, her hair pulled back in a bun that does nothing to soften the features on her face. She’s flanked by six doctors, clearly a surgical team, all in identical white coats, all standing like soldiers in formation behind their commander.The same smug expression I remember curls on her lips as she stops just a few steps from me.“Well, well,” Leah muses, her
ATHENAI manage a nod, ice creeping into my veins. “Such wonderful news!”“I’m glad you think so too,” she says brightly, before stepping past me. “I look forward to working with you. I'll teach you so much!”Is it illegal to smack someone's head?It would be great if it wasn't!Her entourage follows her like moths to a flame, leaving behind a cold draft of resentment.“I don't get how people like her end up in delicate places like these!” A voice sounding extremely annoyed reaches my ears, and I turn to find a beautiful redhead. With her arms crossed. Her coat isn’t white like the others, but navy trimmed with gold…Wait!That's a senior attending coat!The badge on her chest reads: Dr. Isabelle Whitmore, Trauma Surgery Lead, Quinns Institute Exchange Program.And beneath it, stitched into the fabric in silver thread: Chief Surgical Consultant, Level V Trauma.I blink. Not knowing what to say. “What's your name?” she asks.“Athena. Athena Dawson.”She looks at me before nodding,
ATHENA My breath halts. My spine locks.Because the hand holding my waist in a firm, grounding grip belongs to him.My sworn enemy!His touch scorches right through the fabric of my coat despite the glacial look on his face.Up close, he’s even more infuriatingly gorgeous. His blonde hair is slicked back like a halo of arrogance, sharp cheekbones set in stone, and those green eyes, God, those eyes narrow with a cold disapproval. He looks older and harder. But even more good-looking! It's more like the devil with an angel's face.I jerk away from his grip like it burns. “I’m fine,” I say through clenched teeth, already bracing myself for the venom.“Clearly,” he mutters, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve like I’ve contaminated him.Iann turns, and he frowns upon seeing Alex. I guess I'm not the only shocked one. “Quinn.” Alex acknowledges.“Am I supposed to get offended that my best friend showed up without giving me a heads up?” Ian pouts, and Alex rolls his eyes.I step away
ATHENAI don't know how long has passed, but it feels like it's been hours. The air in the elevator feels like it’s closing in around me, suffocating. My breath quickens, and every beat of my heart feels like it's being crushed beneath the weight of the darkness, the pressure growing in my chest with every passing second. I can feel my pulse in my ears, the pounding relentless. It’s like I can’t breathe. The tightness in my throat is almost unbearable, and I instinctively grip the rail in front of me, digging my nails into the cold metal, hoping it will anchor me. But nothing helps. The panic is building inside me, a tidal wave crashing in my chest.Get it together, Athena. You’re not that girl anymore. You're alive and kicking!But no matter how many times I try to tell myself that, the memories keep flooding back. The panic. The water. The helplessness. It feels like I’m being dragged down, pulled into the depths.I swallow hard, my hands shaking, my fingers cold against the s
ALEXOne year six months.That's how long has passed since I last saw her. I must say I was taken aback when I bumped into her. I must also confess that I've struggled with myself since that night. When I'm not thinking about my son, it's her occupying my head like a damn virus that won't let me go. She's in my head, my skin and in my fucking heart and it's damn annoying. When Iann gave me the paternity results that showed I was Rayen's father, I had so much anger I didn't even stop to think I had cheated. The worst part is I don't even fucking remember doing so. But then I remembered what she did. How she cheated on me. Killed my son just to be with bastard and my anger returned ten folds. But she ruined my fucking plans when I saw her panick attack return. Seeing her struggle to breathe and lose her balance when the elevator stopped did something to me. I thought she was better. Despite what she fucking did, I've been watching her. I'll need to kick Lucas's ass for not having fo
ALEX“You don't want this anymore? Am I too much?” Tears well in her eyes and I sigh. You see the difference, when she cries it does nothing to me. But when Athena…Fuck!“Get In I drop you home. I have to rush back to the office.” “Okay.” She gives me a smile and steps closer, placing a kiss on my cheek. Opening the car door, I seat in my driver's seat before glancing back at Rayen. He’s quiet in the car seat, clutching the little bunny plushie he refuses to sleep without. His eyes are wide and uncertain as he watches me. I run a hand down my face and exhale slowly.I’m supposed to protect him.But how the hell do I protect him from ghosts that won’t stay buried?Leah is buckling up when the question slips out of my mouth.“Rayen, buddy?” My voice is soft.His wide eyes look up, “Yes, Daddy?”“Why did you call Ath- that woman that?”Leah flinches slightly, her voice suddenly softer as she responds instead. “Haha, Alex, you can't tell me you're thinking so deeply about that! Maybe
ALEX We’re almost to the car park.The echo of our footsteps fills the concrete silence, tension hanging thick in the air. Athena is quiet beside me, her hands in the pockets of her coat.Mum hasn't said a word since the session ended. We have more than enough to have Leah locked up for life. But I won't stop there. Her family will lose everything. I'll make sure of it.“Athena, go on ahead sweetie.”Mum’s voice cuts through my thoughts as she halts her steps. I freeze.Athena glances between us, sensing the shift, but doesn’t argue. She nods and walks ahead toward the car, her coat swaying around her ankles.The moment she’s out of earshot, Mum grabs my arm, not hard, but firm. Her short nails digging slightly into my sleeve. I look down into her eyes.And I know.She's hurt.And it breaks my heart.But I had no choice, I had to keep it from her to protect her. I'll admit, at the beginning, I did it to punish them for how neglected I felt. I hoped I would drop dead one day, and
ALEX Everyone knows who Ariana King is. A ruthless lawyer. She knows no bounds and fears no one. My father shields her like a prized jewel. He’d kill for her, and she’d defend him in court without blinking. A dangerous, unshakable bond forged in a union. You get the point.So you can understand why Leah’s face drains of all color. Her eyes dart to the door, the walls, the floor, anywhere but at her. But it’s pointless.There is no way out, and she knows it.She doesn't even protest. I would’ve paid off her lawyer, made sure he didn't do anything funny behind the scenes… But watching Leah sink into hopelessness, realizing she has no leverage left, no allies left?That satisfaction? Pure.“This was genius,” Athena whispers beside me.I glance down at her, the fire in her eyes matching the storm I feel inside.“We’re just getting started.”The detective clears his throat as he sits up straight.He flips open his notepad and starts the recording again.“Leah Woods. Do you unders
ALEX “Alex… I…can't ..mmmffffff ”I tighten my grip.I'm so fucking angry, I can feel the blood boiling in my veins like acid. My pulse is pounding in my ears, drowning out everything and painting everything red.Her nails dig into my wrist, but it’s useless. I don’t loosen my grip.She kicks harder now, making strangled sounds like a dying animal. Her eyes are wild, mascara running down her face as the panic sets in. I lean in close, my lips by her ear."Did you think you were going to walk away clean? Surely you can't be that delusional or are you?"She shakes her head, or tries to.Her hands slap weakly at my chest."If I have to ask you one more fucking time to confess what you did, I'll shred you to pieces.”I drop her.She crumples like a ragdoll, coughing and gasping, her hand flying to her neck.She looks up at me through smeared makeup and horror-stricken eyes.“You…” she wheezes, her voice broken. “You could’ve loved me…”“You should’ve chosen me!” she screams suddenly, po
ALEX“Report,” I say to Ryan as I step into the Detention center where Leah is being held as she waits for trial which is the day after tomorrow.Ryan falls into step with me as we walk, and he responds. “She hasn’t said a word. She keeps pleading the Fifth. Detectives can’t get anything out of her. She’s been stonewalling since the moment she was brought in.”I stop walking and turn to face him slowly, my eyes narrowing.“What?”Ryan stiffens, swallowing hard. He looks like he’s seen a damn ghost.I stare at him, my jaw clenched so hard I’m shocked my teeth are not falling off.“Ryan,” I say with deadly calm, “you have ten seconds to explain what the hell you’re talking about.”He flinches slightly, but then his eyes meet mine, “It seems she has someone backing her. Otherwise, why would she be so confident and arrogant with all this evidence against her?”I breathe in through my nose, slowly, carefully. Hoping it will calm me down.It doesn’t. It fucking makes me see red.“She asked
ATHENA“Dr. Athena!” A sweet, small voice calls as the door swings open.Rayen rushes in, a whirlwind of tiny footsteps and excitement, and jumps into my arms before I can even react.I catch him with a soft oof, my arms instinctively wrapping around his tiny frame.His warmth, his smell, his messy curls pressed against my cheek, and it all hits me like a punch to the chest.God, I missed him.It’s only been a week since our last play date, but it felt like eternity. Like some sort of cruel punishment. I had to stay in the shadows to set the trap for Leah, but every second away from him, knowing he was my son, tortured me.I can’t believe this little angel who giggles in his sleep and asks me if clouds cry when it rains is actually mine.The one who slowly took my heart for himself with no plans of returning it back to me.My little prince.“I made you a card,” he announces proudly, leaning back to pull out a folded sheet of paper from his jacket pocket. The crayon strokes are bold a
ALEX“What the hell happened to you?” Luca asks as I walk through the hospital car park. I'm really not in the mood to talk. So I glare at him and grab my car keys. Athena looked stressed so I'm hoping bringing Rayen will calm her mind as we wait for Sloane to wake up. He will be heartbroken once he finds out his favorite aunt is in hospital. I don't even know how to break the news to him. Hell, I don't know how to tell him Athena is his mother. I'm still trying to find a way to explain that.“I just saw Zayan and the whole clan walk into Athena’s room. Aren't you missing out on the party?” Luca asks, and I halt my steps, turning to face him.“What?” He laughs, “She must have told you shit that bled your heart for you not to notice.” I lock my jaw. “Pick up Rayen from his daycare and bring him here. Also-” I pause, stepping closer. “I want you to keep an eye on Athena. I don’t trust anyone else to protect her.”Luca raises a brow, the playfulness fading, “Do you have someone y
ATHENA “I am safe,” I say, forcing a weak smile, trying to play it off. I don't like worrying people. Zayan has become someone special to me over the years. He is one of the few people who actually cares about me, and it hurts me seeing him like this. His mother is not my biggest fan but Rose, his sister inlaw always tells me it's not just me she's like that with everyone. So I guess I no longer felt bad whenever we hang out. But truly, I am grateful to Zayan, without him, I don’t know if I would have found the strength to meet Anna and uncover the truth about my son. “I mean, technically I’m breathing, so that counts, right?” I try to lighten the mood, but fail miserably because his glare only increases.His jaw is clenched, his brows drawn so tightly they almost touch. He stares at me like he can’t decide if he wants to hug me tighter or scream until the walls shake.“You almost died,” he says. “Again.”Speaking of which, I need to investigate who was powerful enough to back Le
ATHENAI wrap my arms around myself, trying to take a proper breath and decide what comes next. Isabelle came to check on me, and I was about to rush out when she relieved me with an update.Sloane is stable now.Still unconscious, but stable.And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she walks again, even if I have to give her my own damn legs.The door creaks open.I glance up.Alex steps in and pauses mid-step when he sees me awake. I guess he wasn’t expecting that.“Why do you look shocked? Where were you hoping I’d die?” I mock, not bothering to hide my annoyance. “You’re awake?” he says softly, ignoring the insult I just hit him with.Alexander King? Having a soft voice?It’s strange. All my life, Alex’s voice has been clipped and cold. Not this.I nod once, my throat dry, feeling like I’ve swallowed sandpaper.He walks toward the side of the bed, carefully lowering himself into the chair like he's afraid he'll break me just by existing. In his hands is a paper bag and a tak
ALEXShit! I curse under my breath.I catch her before she hits the floor, her weight folding into my arms like a puppet with its strings cut.“Athena!” I shout, lowering her gently, cradling her head as panic claws up my throat. “I need a doctor right now!”Isabelle is instantly beside me, checking Athena’s pulse, her expression calm, but I can see her resolve cracking.It's her best friend, after all. “We need a stretcher!”A nurse rushes in with one, and I lift Athena onto it carefully, my hand refusing to let go of hers even as Isabelle moves to wheel her away.“Let us take it from here, Alex,” Isabelle says gently.But I hesitate.For a second, I think if I just hold on tighter, maybe I can keep her from slipping further away and from shutting me out completely. But I nod and step back.She disappears down the hall, and I’m left standing in the silence that follows.Noah drops into a chair, his hands buried in his hair while his shoulders shake with quiet despair. Ian stands