I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love
img img I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love img Chapter 4 She'd actually leave me
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Chapter 6 You need to control your anger, Alexander img
Chapter 7 Consequences of your actions img
Chapter 8 She's changed img
Chapter 9 She's a gold digger img
Chapter 10 We've signed the divorce agreement img
Chapter 11 Does this woman really hate me so much img
Chapter 12 Tell me you want this img
Chapter 13 I object img
Chapter 14 She's still so beautiful img
Chapter 15 I am not part of your family img
Chapter 16 Summon a servant, why bother us img
Chapter 17 Alexander's change of heart img
Chapter 18 I won't let her slip away again img
Chapter 19 Enough! img
Chapter 20 Bubble gun img
Chapter 21 How can someone be so adorable img
Chapter 22 Club img
Chapter 23 My star img
Chapter 24 I want to build a home for Roselyn img
Chapter 25 Welcome home, Roselyn img
Chapter 26 You're everything to me, Roselyn img
Chapter 27 We're over. Move on img
Chapter 28 Born ready img
Chapter 29 Business Trip img
Chapter 30 I'm his wife img
Chapter 31 He only cares about himself img
Chapter 32 The News img
Chapter 33 Grandpa img
Chapter 34 My heart, once full of hope and joy, now lies in tatters img
Chapter 35 she'll probably be celebrating behind closed doors img
Chapter 36 No.36 img
Chapter 37 No.37 img
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Chapter 71 Epilogue img
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Chapter 4 She'd actually leave me

Alexander stormed out of the study room, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Why the hell didn't she wake me up?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with thoughts of Roslyn and her defiance.

He marched towards their bedroom, expecting to find her lounging on the bed or perhaps in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. But upon entering the room, he was met with an eerie silence. Roslyn was nowhere to be found.

His eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the empty space beside him on the bed. He felt a twinge of unease, his mind racing with possibilities. Where could she be?

He searched every nook and cranny of the mansion, his anger giving way to concern. But there was no sign of Roslyn. It was if she had vanished into thin air.

Getting ready for the office, his thoughts were consumed by Roslyn's absence. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Had she really meant it when she said she wanted a divorce?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Alexander had never considered that Roslyn might actually leave him. He had always assumed she would come crawling back, begging for forgiveness.

But now, making his way downstairs, he wasn't so sure. The maid's words echoed in his mind: "No one saw her today, sir."

His gut twisted with anxiety. Had Roslyn finally found the courage to stand up to him? Was she really willing to walk away from their marriage?

He thought back to their conversation the previous night, Roslyn's words still ringing in his ears: "I want a divorce, Alexander."

For the first time, Alexander wondered if he had underestimated his wife. Was she stronger than he thought? Was she really willing to leave him behind?

The day's tedious meetings finally drew to a close. Alexander retreated to the sanctuary of his cabin, his head sinking into the plush leather of his chair. His eyes closed, and his mind began to wander, consumed by thoughts of his enigmatic wife, Roslyn. Where had she vanished to without so much as a whisper? No calls, no messages, just an unsettling silence.

Tyler 's sudden entrance, accompanied by the rustle of documents, broke the spell. Alexander's eyes snapped open, his gaze narrowing slightly as he took in his secretary's concerned expression. What could have prompted this uncharacteristic display of emotion from his usually stoic boss?

"Did something happen? Did your mother and your wife argue again?" Tyler ventured, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Alexander's irritation flared, his eyes flashing with a warning. "What's your problem, Tyler ?"

But Tyler stood his ground, his voice tinged with a hint of familiarity. "Alexander, you're weird; tell me what happened. You're always the epitome of control, and today you're... off."

Alexander's shoulders sagged, his resistance crumbling beneath the weight of Tyler 's perceptiveness. With a sigh, he relented, his eyes gazing downward as he began to recount the events of the previous night.

"Last night, Roslyn...she came to me, her eyes blazing with a fire I'd never seen before. She told me she wanted a divorce, Tyler . Can you believe it? She said she couldn't take it anymore, that I'd suffocated her, controlled her for far too long."

Alexander's voice trailed off, his mind replaying the scene with vivid clarity.

"I was taken aback, Tyler . I didn't know what to say. I thought she was bluffing, that she'd come crawling back once she realized she couldn't survive without me. But... there was something in her eyes, a determination I'd never seen before. And then she just...left."

Alexander's gaze rose, his eyes locking onto Tyler 's.

"I didn't think much of it, Tyler . I thought she'd cool off and come back to her senses. But... she's gone. No calls, no messages. It's as if she vanished into thin air."

Tyler 's expression remained neutral, but Alexander could sense a flicker of surprise behind his eyes.

"I know I'm not the easiest person to live with, Tyler . But... but I never thought she'd actually leave me. And now...now I don't know what to do."

Tyler listened intently, his expression transforming from curiosity to surprise. "So what's there to be upset about, Alexander? This is a great thing! You'll finally be rid of that gold-digging wife you've always complained about."

Alexander's eyes widened, his gaze piercing. "Why do I feel like you're taunting me?"

Tyler chuckled, his laughter tinged with a hint of mischief. "I'm just saying what you always think, Alexander."

But Alexander's mind was elsewhere, his thoughts consumed by the nagging sense of unease. Roslyn's absence had left a void, a chasm that seemed to grow wider by the minute.

Tyler 's words cut through the fog, his voice laced with a newfound seriousness. "Alexander, she's been missing since last night. Did you even bother to call her?"

Alexander's head shook in a slow, reluctant motion.

Tyler 's expression turned stern. "As expected. Keep your mountain-like ego aside for a moment and call her Alexander. She's upset, and she didn't take this decision lightly. At least ask her if she's safe."

The words struck a chord, Tyler 's logic piercing the armor of Alexander's pride. With a sense of trepidation, he dialed Roslyn's number, the phone ringing out into the silence like a harbinger of uncertainty.

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I lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptics and the soft beeping of machines. My mind wandered to the two men in my life. Christopher, my guardian angel, had reluctantly left my side to attend to some pressing matters at his office. But even his brief absence was a testament to his unwavering dedication to me. Since last night, he had refused to leave me alone, his constant presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't entirely alone in this world.

Oh, how I wish Christopher was my elder brother! He had always been there for me, a rock of support and strength in times of turmoil. His selflessness and kindness were qualities I could only dream of finding in my husband.

And then there was Alexander-my soon-to-be ex-husband. The mere thought of him filled me with a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and a hint of regret. I remembered the first time I saw him, like it was yesterday. Those piercing dragon eyes, those luscious plumy lips, that sharp nose, and that captivating smile with cute dimples-he was the epitome of perfection. Any girl would fall head over heels in love with him. But I was blind to his flaws, blinded by my own desire to be loved.

My mistake was expecting love from him, thinking that I was worthy of his affection. But the truth was, I wasn't. I was just a mere accessory in his life, a trophy to be showcased and discarded at his whim. The realization stung, but I knew I had to move on.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I thought about what could have been. But I knew I deserved better. I deserved someone like Christopher, who cared for me without expectation and who loved me for who I was. And as I lay there, surrounded by the quiet of the hospital room, I made a promise to myself: I would move on, I would heal, and I would find love again-a love that would cherish and value me for all eternity.

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