Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 72 ~ A shattered soul

ATHENA

The weight of his words presses down onlike a crushing avalanche, suffocatingwith 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 inis unimaginable.

| can't breathe.

It feels like the air is stolen from my lungs, the very oxygen | need to survive now out of reach.

| 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 aroundseems distant, unreal, like I'm watching this whole scene

unfold from far away.

Did he really just say that? Did he truly believe that | could kill our son? That I could willingly harm the child |

carried for so long?

| don't know how much tpasses. It feels like a lifetin this silence, this unbearable stillness.

The tension between us, thick and suffocating, builds with every passing second, my heartbeat hammering in my

chest. But it's not my heartbeat that | hear. It's the sound of my own soul breaking, shattering, splintering under

the weight of his accusations.

"Alex, please..." | whisper again, my voice raw, fragile. | try to reach for him, but he takes a step back, his face

contorted with disgust.

He turns, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he heads for the door. | don't know how to stop

him. I don't know how to make him understand that I didn't do this.

I would never do this.

| want to scream, to run after him, but | can't bring myself to move. The pain is too much, the reality of what's

happening too overwhelming. | don't want to lose him. | don't want to lose Rayen, even though he's already

gone.

"Alex, please." | plead.

How will I live with myself if | can't even send off my son?

This is cruel!

My voice cracks, and desperation in my tone. But he doesn't stop. He doesn't even turn around.

The door slams behind him, and | am left standing in the wreckage of everything I've known.

He was comfortingjust minutes ago. What happened? What changed him into this monster?

My knees give way, and | collapse onto the bed, clutching the divorce papers in my hands as though they might

somehow providewith the answers | need, the truth that's been hidden from me.

But nothing will fix this. Nothing will bring Rayen back. Nothing will heal the wounds that Alex has just opened up

inside me.

| am left with nothing but the echoes of his words, the weight of the lies, and the

empty space where my son's smile should have been.

Tears fall freely now, each one a bitter reminder of everything I've lost.

“I didn't do this....." | whisper into the silence, my voice trembling.

But | don't know if anyone will ever believeagain.

Maybe if | wait a little, he comes to his senses. I'm angry, broken, and shattered, but | also feel hopeless with no

one to call.

I've never felt so lonely since my parents passed. | feel like no matter how much | explain, no one will hear me.

Everyone will believe Alex and I'll be known as the whore who killed her son to be with a lover.

Just the thought of it sinks my heart to my feet.

When did life becso hard and complicated? How c| never have anyone to lean on when my life is falling

apart?

The only relatives | have left will rejoice upon hearing About my downfall. Was | a criminal or a great sinner in my

past life that nothing good would cout of me?

Tears continue to fall as my shoulders shake while | grip my shirt hoping the pain Will reduce.

It doesn't.

No one comes to my room. Not a nurse, not a doctor and not a single person.

I know it's Alex's doing, and | know he will do whatever it takes to ruin the little shell I have left.

All for a lie | can't explain myself out of.

I lay down, unable to go back on the bed and | don't know how long passes when the door opens.

| freeze, every muscle in my body locking in place as | instinctively look up.

My heart stutters in my chest,

mixture of hope and dread crashing

over me. expect to see Alex

standing there, but instead, a stranger steps through the

vel

threshold. His presence is sostarkly different from Alex's and Lfeel my

heart sink.

He's tall, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. A sharp black and white suit, makingwonder who he

is.

| don't speak at first, just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. "Mrs King, my nis David Halden.

I'm Mr. King's lawyer." He steps closer, his gaze shifting briefly to the scattered papers on the bed, the divorce

papers that seem to hauntnow more than anything else.

"I'm sorry to intrude under these circumstances, but I'm here to collect your signature on the divorce papers."

| blink in shock, unable to process his words right away. The room seems to tilt,

my world spinning even more out of control.

So he won't even letexplain?.

"I know this is hard," he continues, his tone softening for the first time, but there's a finality in his words. "Mr.

King has made it clear he wants to move forward with the divorce. He doesn't want to have any contact with

you, therefore you may speak to him through me."

| should say something, fight this. But the weight of everything, the crushing truth of what's happening is

suffocating me. | am nothing but a shell of the person | was before. My fingers shake as | reach for the pen he

offers, my heart heavy with the knowledge that signing those papers will be the final act of surrender.

| look up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time. The lawyer's gaze is sympathetic, but there's nothing he can

do. He's only here to follow orders, to carry out Alex's wishes.

| want to scream, to tell him that this isn't right, that | don't deserve this. That Alex doesn't understand, that he's

blinded by anger. But the truth is, | don't know how to fix any of this.

With a trembling hand, | take the pen. My mind is in a haze, my thoughts jumbled and broken, but somehow, |

manage to sign the papers.

David's eyes soften, just a little, as he takes the papers from my hands. He looks like he wants to say something

comforting, but he knows better than to offer any false hope.

Without a word, he turns and walks toward the door..

Tears fall freely now, each one a bitter reminder of what's gone, what | can never have back.

What he took fromwith no remorse.

"I will never forgive you for doing this to me." another angry tear rolls down my

cheek.