Chapter 9
Tyler's expression turned serious as he approached Alexander's desk. "It's been two days. Did you call her again?"
Alexander's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with irritation. "I don't care, Tyler. Why are you so worried about my wife?"
Tyler's voice remained calm, but his words carried weight. "Because you're the one who hurt your wife, Alexander. She's not what you and your family think of her."
Alexander's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "And can you be so damn sure, huh?"
Tyler's conviction was unwavering. "I know her, Alexander. I've seen the way she's treated around here. I don't understand why, if you hate her that much and always wanted to get rid of her, you're so upset now."
Alexander's anger simmered just below the surface. "I am not upset; I am just... angry."
Tyler's eyes locked onto Alexander's. "Angry for what?"
Alexander's pride and ego fueled his response. "I should be the first one to ask for a divorce, not her."
Tyler's laughter was unexpected, and it cut through the tension. "Are you for real, Alexander? You mean you're pissed off because she asked for a divorce first, not you?"
Alexander's face reddened, his anger boiling over. "What's so funny, Tyler?"
Tyler's amusement faded, replaced by disgust. "What kind of human are you, Alexander? You know what? I support her decision. She's right; she should have divorced you a long time ago."
Alexander's eyes flashed with indignation. "Are you on my side or hers?"
Tyler stood, his voice firm. "I'm on the innocent side." With that, he turned and opened the cabin door, exiting the room.
As Tyler left, Lily, Alexander's assistant, entered. "Sir, Mrs. Valtor is here."
Alexander's expression transformed, his arrogance reasserting itself. "Finally, she came. Must be to apologize," he said coldly.
Just then, Tyler reappeared at the doorway, his parting words a warning. "Don't show your arrogant attitude, Alexander. Talk calmly."
Alexander's gaze flicked to Tyler, his anger still simmering, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the door, awaiting Rose's entrance.
The door opened, my wife walked in, and for the first time, I truly saw her. Why hadn't I noticed earlier? The beauty of Roslyn was breathtaking, taking my breath away. Her elegant stride, the gentle sway of her hips, and the radiant glow on her face all captivated me.
My gaze fell on her beautiful doe eyes, those luscious plumy pink lips, and her stunning long hair, cascading down her back like silk. Today, there was something different about her—an aura of confidence and determination that drew me in.
I couldn't help but wonder, Why hadn't I seen her like this till now? Her thin waist, accentuated by the fitted dress, made my heart skip a beat. Those eyes, which had always shone with softness and perhaps love, now sparkled with a fire that left me entranced.
But was it genuine? How much of it was true, and how much was an illusion? I'd always believed my mother's words, painting Roslyn as a gold digger. Yet she'd never demanded anything from me, never spent my money unnecessarily, and never asked for expensive gifts like Ruby used to.
This was Roslyn—different from others. Even in divorce, she didn't ask for compensation, whereas she could claim half my property if she wanted. Why wasn't my heart accepting this truth?
Ever since she'd mentioned divorce, a strange restlessness had taken hold of my heart. I felt lost, uncertain. I'd never supported my wife, always believing my mother's tales. I'd wanted to separate from her, and now that she wanted the same, why was I feeling this pang of pain?
My mind wrestled with conflicting emotions. Why was I hesitant to let her go? Was it pride, ego, or something more? The dilemma tore at me—should I listen to my mind or my heart?
As Roslyn approached, her eyes locked onto mine, and for an instant, I saw something there, something that made my chest tighten. It was a glimmer of the love and adoration I'd once craved.
But I pushed it aside, unwilling to acknowledge the truth. I couldn't afford to show weakness, not now. I needed to maintain control to keep my emotions in check.
"Roslyn," I said, my voice cold, detached. But my heart betrayed me, racing with anticipation, with a longing I dared not acknowledge.
