Semua Bab Dear Ex Wife, Please take me back: Bab 181 - Bab 190

ATHENA “Is this why you brought me here?” I turn to Luca, who has been watching the whole scene quietly.“Yes.”I hated him when he threatened to take my chance of my being with my son. I hated how he looked like he was barely holding back the feeling of murdering me. But now I understand. I would have done the same for my friend. Hell, Isabelle has been my best friend for only a few months, and she has already been to hell and back for me. I can imagine what that did to Luca after being at a threat of losing his friend and having his legacy ruined at once.“I bet you're having a blast knowing I've fucked up.” I laugh in defeat. “Not exactly.”I find that hard to believe. Luca thrives on being right.“Why not?”“Because my best friend is barely holding on. There is nothing blast about that.”Right.Guilt.Guilt is an ugly feeling that slowly eats you up until you're nothing but a shell. You start giving yourself excuses hoping they will save you but even those are never enough.Al

ATHENA“OH MY GOD!” I let out a scream as I step into the empty room.Tied to a chair and beaten to a pulp is Arnold. His face is barely recognizable. He's bruised, bloodied, swollen to the point where one eye is completely shut. Dried blood cakes his temple and lip. His breathing is shallow, wheezing with every inhale like it hurts to be alive.“How is this possible?” My voice is shaking both from fear and frustration.If the one we thought had it is here, then who has the damn box!“It can be anyone!” Luca runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck!” His eyes start to slowly darken as anger starts to wrap around him, making me take a step back.He has the face of someone who doesn't want to relax until someone is on the floor, bloody and broken.But Arnold’s already there.Honestly I mirror his anger. I'm actually getting more pissed off by the second. It's like someone is toying with us and it's starting to get fucking annoying.“Who the hell did this to him?” I whisper, my eyes darting

ELI“No, son! It isn't. He is just trying to come between us. “Yes! Your father would never do such a thing!”“Oh come on, John. You can do better, bro. You see Noah, your daddy has always been insecure and envious. I mean, haven't you seen your mother? Because he couldn't have your aunt, he went and made a replica for himself. Didn't that shake you up a bit?” I grind my teeth at the reminder that this sick bastard still thinks of my wife.“BECAUSE IT WAS ALL MINE! YOU STOLE IT!” “How did I steal It? Hmm? Did I also push you to ruin your own daughter, you piece of shit?” I grab him by the collar and hit him so hard he stumbles back with a broken jaw. “You made a choice to be the monster you are! Don't you dare give an excuse for it. You even got yourself a demon for a wife to complete the cycle! No wonder your son has a shit torn of insecurities!” I kick him before turning to Noah.His lips are pressed into a thin line as he watches. The scene unfolds like his eyes are opening for t

ATHENA I make the incision.It’s clean and deep enough to expose the heart’s edge, but not enough to cause trauma. The nurses around me monitor the vitals, their faces masked but tense. No one dares to breathe louder than me.I carefully expose the heart that's still beating. Barely, but still holding on.The regeneration serum is ready. My parents had been testing and perfecting it because of certain unstable reactions and near-fatal consequences. It wasn’t safe for regular people. But Alex isn’t regular. He’s never been.“Dose?” I ask.“0.8 ml, as calculated based on his weight and cardiac rhythm.”“Prep the syringe.”The metallic click echoes louder than it should. A part of me wishes I could stop time right now. Just keep him like this alive and still reachable.But hope alone won’t restart a failing heart.I take the needle and steady my breath as I insert it directly into the myocardium.A split second of silence follows.My heart pounds louder and louder, and we wait for a re

ALEXPain is the first thing I register. It's not the numbing kind. The brutal kind. The kind that cuts through your nerves and reminds you you're still alive when you shouldn't be.I thought I was going to die. I was ready to die, but shockingly, my girl saved me. Fuck, I owe her every breath. I didn't want her exposed but the deed has been done, I'll just have to fix those posing as a threat.I can feel the stitches in my chest like they’re mocking me with every breath. My body’s weak, my limbs are fucking heavy. But something inside me is burning. Something deeper than pain.Rage.Because she’s not here.Because I heard them. The anesthesia must have weared off because I heard Dad talking to mum about how Athena has been called again and he's making some calls. My vision is red.I rip the IV from my arm and ignore the scream of the machines. The nurse tries to rush to my side. I grab her wrist midair. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”Her eyes widen as she stumbles back.“I need a wheelchair