Dear Ex Wife Please take me back

ATHENA

Switched at birth?

That's one thing I've never considered or even thought about until tonight.

My mind kept replaying the moment, and my heart beat even faster at the possibility of Rayen being mine.

Tears swell my eyes as I pull the covers tighter. I could barely get myself together when Leah came fuming about me invading their privacy when I killed my own child.

Her words stinged, but I had no strength to answer her because of my shock. I kissed Rayen goodnight and came home.

Now I've been staring at the ceiling, unable to hold back the itching feeling of asking Alex when Rayen was born.

If he's mine....

Oh God!

Just the thought of someone having switched my child makes me see red, and knowing how ruthless Alex is makes me even more anxious with anticipation knowing he will rain hell on that culprits parade.

I sit up, unable to stay still. My fingers tremble as I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, but I don't drink it. I just hold it, needing something to ground me because my world feels like it's about to tip over.

I've lived with the grief of losing my child for years. I missed the opportunity to bury him because of that selfish bastard.

I've never healed, and every day, I mourn my poor baby, who never got a chance to bloom.

But what if I didn't lose him?

What if he was taken?

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.

Don't jump to conclusions, Athena. Don't let your heart fool you.

But my gut... my gut is screaming at me.

I reach for my phone and pause.

The blinking cursor in the contacts search box taunts me.

What am I even supposed to say?

When was Rayen born?

Do you know where he was delivered?

Can we talk? It's important.

I sigh, knowing if I'm wrong, Alex will kill me, and Leah will have a party because I know she has been trying to make trouble for me since she joined the hospital.

I left st Margaret's at lan's request, and guess what?

The bitch joined me at the Quinn's hospital.

I don't believe in such coincidences.

I continue to stare at the screen until my chest physically hurts. Finally giving in, I

search for Alex's number but realize that I don't have it.

Shit.

I must have been so angry that I deleted it for fear of cursing him out.

I stare at the clock,

3AM

Who can I call at 3AM to ask for an engaged man's number.

Also someone who happens to be my ex husband?

This will be the longest night of my life.

I think of different scenarios and outcomes until I eventually fall asleep.

Feeling like calling will waste my time, I decide to visit his office first thing in the morning.

It's been two years since I came to the Kings building and it feels strange with a painful stab to my chest.

This building has zero good memories for me.

Pushing the thought aside, I stride to the reception where I find an impeccably dressed woman with hair tied in a neat bun.

She looks up and there is no friendliness in her eyes.

"Good morning," I offer my best neutral tone.

The woman's eyes narrow slightly, her lips pressed into a line. She doesn't return the greeting.

"How may I help you?"

I sigh, holding back the words I have for her.

"I'm here to see Alexander King." I purposely leave out his title.

She eyes me up and down. Seemingly not impressed I'm not wearing designer

clothes and concludes I'm not worth his time.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No," I say. "But it's important."

She tilts her head ever so slightly. "Mr. King doesn't see anyone without an appointment."

Of course not.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice even. "Tell him Athena's here. He'll see me."

She raises a perfectly shaped brow, clearly unimpressed. "I'm afraid I can't just-" "Then call his office," I snap.

"Ma'am if you want to see him then-"

"What's going on here?" A deep rich voice reaches my ears making "miss get on your nerves" shut the hell up.

I slowly turn and come face to face with green eyes and a face that can bring you to your knees.

Alex is standing in front of me wearing a charcoal grey suit that screams money and power.

He places his hands in his pockets as he steps closer.

"Hi Athena." Ryan smiles at me from behind.

"Hi Ryan." I respond with a smile which i hope isnt making me look like I'm having

a damn seizure.

I bite my lips as I look at Alex and I

expect him to ask his security t

they ask his security t

out. But his voice

shockingly neutral when he asks,

"Are you here to see me?"

I nod. Not knowing how to explain the sudden visit especially when it might anger

him even further after I ask my question.

"Mr. King. You have an urgent meeting starting in 5 minutes." His annoying receptionist says.

"Postpone it." Is all he says before he stands before me and says, "After you."

My legs are shaking and my heart is in my throat by the time we reach his office.

The moment the door clicks shut behind me, I feel like the air thins.

His office is still the same.

Cold.

Pristine.

Power hanging off the walls like it's been painted in.

The view behind him remains breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city below.

Alex walks past me and removes his jacket, hanging it neatly on the rack. Not a strand of his blonde hair is out of place.

Not a wrinkle on that expensive shirt. He moves with the same grace he always

has like he owns the ground he walks on.

I stand there, still not knowing what to say.

He turns, leaning against the edge of his desk, crossing his arms across his chest

making his muscles flex in the process.

"Alright," he says, voice calm but curious. "What's going on?"

I blink at him, struggling to find a

place to start. Everything I'd

rehearsed the night before sline

away like sand through my fingers. I open my mouth, then close it again.

“Take a seat,” he says, nodding toward the chair in front of his desk. "You look like

you're about to faint."

I sit, mostly because my knees feel like they might give out.

He watches me. Silent. Patient. Which is unnerving because Alexander King is

never patient.

Especially not with me.

I take a breath, clutching my fingers in my lap to keep them from shaking.

"I have a question," I finally speak.

He gives a slight nod. "Ask."

"Don't get mad," I blurt.noveldrama

His brow arches slightly. "That depends."

I look down, then back up.

"When was Rayen born?"

The air shifts.

Something flickers in his eyes, I expect him to throw me out and threaten to end

my career but again,

He shocks me.

"Why?"

"I just need to know," I whisper. "Please."

The silence that follows is deafening.

Not a sound from the world outside.

Not a breath between us.

Alex straightens slowly, and for the first time since I walked in, I see real

emotion crack through his carefully

composed mask.

Shock.

Confusion.

A flicker of something dangerously close to rage.

"I know it's crazy for me to ask that but-"

"22nd October."