Chapter 12

Tyler's face reddened with rage as he confronted Alexander. "You fucking signed it; why? Are you insane? You fucking bastard!"

Alexander's expression turned icy, his voice low and menacing. "Language, Tyler! I warned you last time."

Tyler's sarcasm dripped like venom. "Oh, yes, sure, the great Alexander Valtor. How dare I forget?"

Alexander's glare intensified, his eyes flashing with anger.

Tyler continued, undeterred. "Your mountain-like ego, couldn't you throw it out the window for a while? Couldn't you talk to her calmly and softly for a few moments?"

Alexander's silence was palpable, his jaw clenched.

Tyler's voice softened, taking on a tone of disappointment. "You messed everything up, Alexander."

Alexander's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's changed, Tyler. She no longer has old Roslyn in her. That softness and care are no longer visible in her eyes."

Tyler's gaze bore into Alexander's soul. "And who is responsible for this, Alexander?"

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken truths.

Tyler's words cut deep. "You, when she was around you, didn't pay attention to her. Now that she's gone, you can't bear it. It's not ego or anger, Alexander; it's love—and you yourself don't know."

Alexander's eyes locked onto Tyler's, a mixture of emotions swirling within.

Tyler's parting words hung in the air. "There's still time, Alexander. You can stop this divorce."

As Tyler turned to leave, Alexander's gaze followed him, his mind reeling.

Alone, Alexander's thoughts consumed him. He flipped through his phone's gallery, stopping at Roslyn's picture—the one with that stranger.

Jealousy flared anew, his heart heavy with regret.

"Why did I sign those papers?" he wondered, torment etched on his face.

The image of Roslyn with another man seared his mind, fueling his inner turmoil.

Alexander's thoughts echoed Tyler's words: "It's love—and you yourself don't know."

Was it true? Did he truly love Roslyn, or was it just pride and possession?

The questions swirled, leaving Alexander lost and uncertain.

"Why did Tyler have to utter those words, piercing my soul like a dagger and forcing me to confront the emotions I'd been desperately trying to suppress? Does he know something about my feelings that I've been unwilling to acknowledge?

"Love? Is that what this gnawing, suffocating feeling is? This desperation that threatens to consume me whole? I thought I was angry and hurt by Roslyn's perceived betrayal, but Tyler's words have awakened a realization within me.

"Memories of Roslyn's radiant smile, her infectious laughter, and her eyes sparkling with joy flood my mind, each recollection a painful reminder of what I've lost. I took her for granted, ignored her, neglected her, and now she's gone, moved on to a life without me.

"The image of Roslyn with that stranger continues to sear my mind, fueling my inner turmoil and igniting a fire of jealousy that refuses to be extinguished. Why did I sign those papers, relinquishing my claim on her? Why did I let her go without a fight?

"Was it pride? Ego? Or was it fear—fear of confronting my true feelings, fear of vulnerability, fear of rejection? Tyler's words have stripped me bare, exposing the depths of my soul.

"I realize now that I didn't appreciate Roslyn, didn't truly see her, didn't cherish her as I should have. And now she's gone, lost to me forever.

"But what if... what if I still have a chance? What if I can make it right, prove my love, and reclaim her heart? The thought sends a surge of hope through my veins.

"But how? She's gone, moved on, and I'm left with the shattered remnants of my own heart. Does she still love me? Could she ever forgive me for my transgressions?

"The thought of living without Roslyn, of facing a future devoid of her presence, is unbearable. I'll do anything—anything—to make her mine again, to restore our love to its former glory.

"But is it too late? Have I squandered my chance, irreparably damaging our bond? The uncertainty hangs over me like a guillotine, threatening to sever my last thread of hope."

Alexander's assistant, Lily, entered the room with a gentle knock. "Sir, your next meeting is scheduled in an hour. The marketing team will be discussing the quarterly sales projections."