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Chapter 18 Thoughts and Regrets
Alex
“You look like shit. And I’m pretty sure I’m the one who just lost my freedom. Are you feeling touchy for me?” Luca mocks me,
and I throw him a glare.
I’m fucking angry.
But at what? Is what I don’t know.
Hell, I drunk myself to the point of not thinking clearly yesterday.
I don’t know what the fuck happened but waking up with Athena in my arms drove me crazy.
Especially that I wasn’t disgusted.
I hate it when people touch me or touch anything that belongs to me. Mum says I should get diagnosed because I show signs of
OCD but not when it comes to her.
My lips were on hers without thinking twice about it the other night and maybe that’s why I’m angry.
She’s fucking everywhere and is messing up my plans. I don’t have that luxury and I can’t fucking disappoint Leah.
This should have been easy.
But the way my heart burned and my vision blurred when I saw her laughing with Noah drove me to the edge of the cliff. She even
got drunk. I scoff at that.
Noah is a play boy and would take advantage of her. Why the fuck did I not see it before.
Just the thought of them having been together makes me want to gauge his eyes out.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“So, are you going to tell me why you’re so upset? Did you and Leah have a fight?” Luca asks and I lean back in my office chair.
Rubbing my temples.
“I told her not to talk to Noah but she fucking texted him when she was in trouble. She should have called me.” I grit my teeth.
“Leah called Noah? Why?” Luca gives me a confused look and I groan.
“Athena not Leah.”
He raises a brow.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” I spit.
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Chapter 18–Thoughts and Regrets
“Good. She’s a fake wife who is only known by a few people. What she does shouldn’t bother you.” He says and I nod.
But the way he says it stuffs something in my chest.
Isn’t it true though.
She’s a fake wife.
One I should have divorced by now.
“I’ll call you later,” I mutter, grabbing my keys off the desk and ignoring Luca’s stupid smile.
“You better be rushing to the love of your life.” he calls after me.
I slam the door shut.
The drive home is blur with a pounding headache, but none of it drowns out the image of Athena curled up against me this
morning–soft, warm, uninvited.
When I push open the front door, she’s exactly where I expect her to be.
In my space.
When did this place become so small?
I grab My phone and send Ryan a text,
Ryan: [Search for a bigger Penthouse. Preferably with two living rooms.]
When I press send. I look up and watch her keep her eyes glued to the T.V
She’s avoiding me and I’m glad for it.
I don’t want her to touch me ever again.
I let the keys drop loudly on the counter while keeping my eyes on her.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” My voice is a low growl.
She doesn’t respond, just flicks the volume up a notch.
“Drunk the other night, lazy today,” I continue, stepping into the living room. “What’s next? Gonna text Noah again when you need someone to pick up the pieces? Maybe help you do productive things like Studying?”
Her spine straightens, but she keeps her eyes glued to the screen.
“I’m not in the mood, Alex,” she says flatly.
“My poor wife is not in the mood. Why? Was I rough last night?” I snap back.
Finally, she turns her head, her eyes burning with a familiar fire.
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“You’re sick in the head. And where your brain should be, there must be only water.”
“Careful, wife.” I spit. “I’ve never heard of anyone who insulted me live to see the next sunrise.”
“How did you know I texted Noah? Did he tell you?” She asks, ignoring my threat.
“I know everything. So now I’ll have to send my favourite cousin a warning all because you don’t listen.”
Her jaw tightens. “Why do you even care?” she demands. “You want me gone, don’t you? So why the hell does it matter who I talk to? Besides, when did you start getting bothered by my relationship with Noah?”
Wouldn’t I like to know the answer to that?
I step closer, casually removing my jacket as I walk into the center of the living room.
“Because you’re still my wife. And until I decide otherwise, you don’t get to make me look like a fool.”
She blinks. Once. Twice. Then she explodes.
“Until you decide?” she repeats, her voice rising. “So what–I’m just supposed to sit here, twiddle my thumbs, and wait for your
precious schedule to clear so you can finally divorce me?”
I smile. “Exactly. You catch on real quick ey.?”
She stares at me like she wants to throw something, her fists clenching at her sides.
“Maybe,” she says slowly, “you’re dragging this out because you’re falling for me.
I scoff.
“Falling for you?” I repeat. “Don’t flatter yourself, Sweetheart. You’re not my type. You never were. You didn’t think the Only reason I picked you was because of Granny did you?” I step closer.
“I picked you because you’re plain, boring. You repel me and I would never fall for you. So that makes the deal even sweeter because having attachments to you is impossible. So, I’d wake up if I were you.”
Her face hardens, but I don’t stop.
“I’ve only ever had eyes for Leah,” I remind her. “And you’ll do well to remember that.”
“You’re sick! A cruel sick bastard. Hugging me when drunk, using me to appease your family all for what?”
I smile.
“All for ten million, sweetheart. You wanna know something, When I hugged you last night? I imagined it was Leah. Otherwise I
can barely remember the rest. That’s how forgettable you are.”
