Chapter 15
Alexander's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening as he listened to Vincent's words.
"Sir, that man used to be Ms. Carson's friend during college time," Vincent explained, his tone cautious.
Alexander's brow furrowed, his expression darkening. "Wait, you're referring to my wife as Ms. Carson?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation.
Vincent hesitated, sensing the undercurrent of tension. "I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to—"
Alexander's interruption was swift, his tone firm. "The divorce procedure is still pending. She's still Mrs. Valtor."
Vincent swiftly corrected himself. "Sorry, sir. I'll make sure to address her correctly."
Alexander's expression remained stern, his voice still firm. "Continue."
Vincent cleared his throat before proceeding. "As I was saying, sir, this man was Mrs. Valtor's friend during college. After she married you, there's no record of them meeting again."
Alexander's gaze intensified, his focus sharpening. "Who is that man?" he asked, his voice low and deliberate.
Vincent's pause was brief before responding, "CEO of Shine Group."
Alexander's eyes widened, his face pale. "What!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the hallway.
His mind reeled, thoughts racing with implications. Roslyn's friend, now CEO of Shine Group? The connection was too coincidental.
Alexander's emotions swirled—a mix of shock, curiosity, and unease. He needed more information.
"Tell me more, Vincent," Alexander commanded, his tone urgent.
Vincent's voice remained calm, but Alexander detected a hint of wariness. "Sir, I'll send you the file."
Alexander's jaw clenched, determination etched on his face. "Send it," he ordered.
He ended the call with Vincent, and Alexander's mind instinctively drifted back to the mysterious CEO of Shine Group and his connection to Roslyn.
"Did she love him in college?" Alexander wondered, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty. "Was their friendship a mere coincidence, or was there something more?"
He couldn't shake off the feeling that Roslyn's past was intertwined with this man and that their connection ran deeper than a simple friendship.
"Why did they meet again?" Alexander's thoughts persisted; his curiosity piqued. "Was it mere chance, or did Roslyn seek him out?"
Memories of Roslyn's words, her laughter, and her tears flooded his mind, each recollection intensifying his longing to understand her.
"Did she ever truly love me?" Alexander's heart ached, his doubts resurfacing. "Or was I just a distraction from her past, a temporary refuge?"
The questions swirled, a relentless storm in his mind, as Alexander struggled to reconcile his desire for answers with the fragile threads of their relationship.
Roslyn's face hovered before him, her eyes searching, her smile faint. Alexander's soul cried out, his heart heavy with regret.
"What secrets did you keep from me, Roslyn?" he thought, his voice barely audible. "What truths did you hide behind those captivating eyes?"
The silence surrounding him seemed oppressive, a reminder that the truth remained elusive, hidden behind the shadows of Roslyn's past.
Roslyn sat on Chris's couch, her eyes lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the memories of Alexander.
Chris entered the room, his expression concerned. "Hey, Rose? You've been spaced out for hours. What's going on?"
Roslyn's gaze drifted toward Chris, her eyes clouded with tears. "It's just...Alexander," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Chris settled beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. "What about him?" he asked gently.
Roslyn's words spilled out, a mixture of pain and regret. "The way he signed the divorce papers... it was like he was relieved. He never loved me, Chris. He never wanted me."
Chris's hold tightened, offering comfort. "Rose, don't say that. You deserve so much better than someone who can't see your worth."
Roslyn's laughter was tinged with bitterness. "Worth? I was just a convenience for him, a trophy wife. He never truly cared."
Chris's expression turned stern. "That's not true, Rose. You're an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to have you."
Roslyn's tears fell, her body shaking with sobs. Chris pulled her close, holding her as she cried.
"Hey, kiddo, it's okay," Chris whispered, his voice soothing. "You're safe now. You're free from him."
