Chapter 29

They checked into the luxurious hotel, and Roselyn's eyes widened in awe. The opulent lobby, adorned with crystal chandeliers and marble floors, exuded elegance. Their luxury suite boasted a breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower, its iron latticework gleaming in the sunlight.

Roselyn's excitement was palpable as she gazed out the window, her hands grasping the sill. "This is stunning!" she exclaimed.

Alexander smiled, his eyes crinkling, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm glad you like it."

After refreshing up, Alexander's phone buzzed. He answered, listening intently before responding.

"Okay, give me five minutes; I'm coming." He hung up, his expression apologetic.

Roselyn's brow furrowed. "Where are you going?"

Alexander hesitated. "I have an important meeting. It might take the whole day. Sorry."

Roselyn's tone turned wry. "What else can we expect from you?"

Alexander's eyes darted around the room before settling on her. "I'll send Tyler to keep you company."

Roselyn raised an eyebrow. "Tyler? Tyler, I suppose, is to be with my husband, not his friend. Anyway, he's better company than you—at least he'd be more interested in spending time with a human being than with his mobile and laptop."

Alexander's expression turned defensive. "Roselyn, this is a business trip. What do you expect from me?"

Roselyn's voice rose, her disappointment evident. "But you insisted I come here, and now you're leaving me alone? You promised me time together."

Alexander's tone softened, his eyes pleading. "I know, baby, but just today I'm busy. I'll be with you tomorrow, I promise."

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, before turning to leave. Roselyn watched him walk away, feeling abandoned and frustrated.

The door closed behind Alexander, leaving Roselyn alone with her thoughts, the Eiffel Tower's grandeur now tainted by her disappointment.

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They stood atop the Eiffel Tower, the City of Light unfolding before them. Tyler turned to Roselyn with a warm smile. "Paris is really a beautiful city, isn't it?"

Roselyn's gaze drifted across the breathtaking vista, her eyes shining with wonder. "Yes, if I ever get the chance, I'd love to settle here—the romance, the art, the history... it's all so captivating."

Tyler's expression turned inquisitive. "Do you think your husband will let you come here, or perhaps even relocate?"

Roselyn's lips curved into a subtle smile. "Not alone, but maybe with him—if he learns to prioritize us over his work."

Tyler's eyes widened in surprise, his brow arching. "Are you thinking about giving him another chance, truly working on your marriage?"

Roselyn's voice held conviction. "I already gave him a second chance, Tyler. I'm not going to divorce him—we've come too far."

Tyler's face broke into a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling. "That's wonderful to hear."

As they took in the stunning views, Roselyn's enthusiasm grew. "Let's go now!" she exclaimed.

Tyler chuckled. "Where to? We've already seen the Eiffel Tower."

Roselyn's grin was mischievous. "Come on, Tyler—this is Paris! We haven't yet seen Notre Dame Cathedral, the Arc of Triumph, the Louvre Museum, Montmartre... and most importantly, a cruise on the Seine."

Tyler's laughter echoed through the tower. "Do you want to see all this today?"

Roselyn's eyes sparkled. "Of course! Let's make the most of our time here."

Tyler shook his head, smiling. "Thank you, Alexander," he muttered under his breath, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

With Roselyn leading the charge, they set off into the Parisian afternoon, ready to explore the city's treasures.

As they walked away, Tyler glanced back at the Eiffel Tower, a silent nod of approval directed at Alexander, wherever he was.

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Tyler and Roselyn strolled along the Seine River, soaking in the city's charm. They paused at street performers and artists, admiring the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere.

Their first stop was Notre Dame Cathedral, its Gothic architecture awe-inspiring. Roselyn marveled at the intricate stone carvings and stunning stained-glass windows. Tyler shared stories of the cathedral's rich history, and they lit candles in prayer.

Next, they wandered through the Louvre Museum, surrounded by masterpieces like the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo. Roselyn's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the famous paintings, Tyler offering insightful commentary.

The sun began to set, and they arrived at the Arc de Triomphe, its monumental size and ornate details leaving Roselyn breathless. They climbed to the top, watching the city transform into a twinkling canvas.

Dusk fell, and Tyler suggested a Seine River cruise. Roselyn's face lit up boarding the boat, gliding past Paris' iconic landmarks while sipping champagne.

Montmartre's bohemian streets were their final destination. Roselyn reveled in the charming cafes, quaint shops, and street artists. Tyler treated her to a beautiful painting of the Eiffel Tower.

Night drew to a close, and Tyler escorted Roselyn back to the hotel. "Thank you for today, Tyler," she said, her eyes shining. "I needed this."

Tyler smiled warmly. "You deserve happiness."

Roselyn felt rejuvenated, her heart filled with Paris' beauty and magic. She wondered if Alexander would make time for her tomorrow.

The city's enchantment lingered, and Roselyn drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the next day's adventures.

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Alexander stood in the meeting room, awaiting his client's arrival. The door swung open, and a stunning woman walked in, accompanied by her assistant. Alexander's eyes widened in surprise.

"Charlotte Fournier?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Charlotte's poised smile hinted at a deeper familiarity. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Valtor."

Alexander's gaze lingered, memories flooding back. "Charlotte, I didn't know you were the owner of Le Royal Monceau Hotel. I thought your family's business interests were focused on real estate in Paris."

Charlotte's laughter was melodious. "Well, Le Royal Monceau is my own venture, a labor of love. I've always been passionate about hospitality, and Paris is my home."

Alexander's admiration was palpable. "You're amazing, Charlotte. I knew you'd become a successful businesswoman one day."

The air thickened as Charlotte's expression turned wistful. "After you broke up with me, I had to rediscover myself."

Alexander's smile faltered, his eyes dropping. The silence hung heavy, weighted with unresolved history.

Charlotte's voice broke the tension. "Well, it's better to forget old things. Now that we've met as professionals, let's discuss business."

Alexander's smile returned, though his eyes still held a hint of unease.

Their past lingered, unspoken. Alexander and Charlotte had been deeply in love during his business school days in Paris. She was a brilliant and beautiful Parisian socialite, and their relationship had been passionate. But Alexander's ambition had driven him to end it, prioritizing his career above all else.

After achieving success, he met Ruby, a captivating model, and their whirlwind romance led to his marriage to Roselyn. Charlotte became a distant memory, replaced by the demands of his growing empire.

Yet, standing before him now was a woman who had surpassed even his lofty expectations—intelligent, beautiful, and formidable. Charlotte's presence stirred long-forgotten emotions, and Alexander couldn't help but acknowledge that she was, indeed, worthy of him.

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Meanwhile, Roselyn was living her best life with Tyler, exploring every nook and cranny of Paris. They strolled through charming streets, visited iconic landmarks, and indulged in her favorite French delicacies. Tyler captured every moment, snapping photos to commemorate their adventure.

Roselyn's joy was infectious, and Tyler couldn't help but smile as he watched her laugh and revel in the city's magic. This trip was shaping up to be an unforgettable experience for both of them.

As dusk approached, Tyler glanced at his watch. "It's almost night, Roselyn; we should head back now."

Roselyn's response was emphatic. "No, not yet! Bar de L'Entracte is my last must-visit spot. Their wine is world-renowned, and today's been a truly memorable day—I want to celebrate."

Tyler raised an eyebrow, concerned. "Alexander will kill me if I let you drink too much."

Roselyn's grin was mischievous. "That's your problem, Tyler."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so mean."

Roselyn's eyes sparkled with pride. "And I'm proud of myself."

With that, she took off towards Bar de L'Entracte, Tyler following closely behind, rolling his eyes in amusement. As they walked, the City of Light twinkled around them, casting a spell of freedom and joy.

Tyler couldn't help but think, "How could anyone mistreat this innocent, vibrant woman?" Alexander's behavior baffled him, and he felt grateful to be able to share in Roselyn's happiness, if only for a day.

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Charlotte's eyes sparkled as she extended her hand. "I'll be delighted to do business with you, Alexander. I'm launching my new chain of hotels in America, and I've chosen your company to spearhead the project. The deal is final."

Alexander's smile matched hers. "I'm equally thrilled, Charlotte. This partnership promises great success."

As they sealed the agreement with a firm handshake, Charlotte suggested, "This happy occasion deserves celebration. I know a renowned wine bar where the finest vintages await."

Alexander hesitated briefly before Charlotte's persuasive tone won him over. "Come on, Alexander, we can remain friends. I'm well aware of your marriage."

Alexander's smile broadened. "Okay, let's go."

As they strolled through Paris, Charlotte reminisced, "I recall how much you adore fine wine. This place boasts the best selection in the city."

Alexander's expression turned nostalgic. "Charlotte, sorry for the sudden breakup back then. It was a pivotal time for our careers."

Charlotte's hand brushed against his, her touch sending a flutter through Alexander's chest. "Don't worry, Alexander. I've long forgotten those memories. We can be good friends; it no longer matters to me."

But beneath her composed exterior, Charlotte's emotions churned. She had never truly moved on from Alexander, her love for him still simmering. His departure had left an unfillable void.

As they walked, Charlotte's thoughts whispered, "This deal isn't just business; it's my chance to reenter Alexander's life." She had monitored his rising success and faltering marriage to Roselyn, sensing an opportunity to rekindle their lost love.

Alexander, oblivious to Charlotte's true intentions, admired her transformation. "You've changed so much, yet your captivating personality remains. You're every man's ideal."

Charlotte's laughter was music to Alexander's ears. "You're too kind, Alexander. But I'm glad you approve."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, like no time had passed. Alexander felt at ease with Charlotte, their connection rekindling. Little did he know, Charlotte's plans went far beyond a simple business partnership.

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Tyler gazed up at the historic facade, his eyes tracing the intricate details. "Is this the famous Bar de L'Entracte, the one you've been raving about?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Roselyn's smile radiated excitement, illuminating her entire face. "Yes, this is Paris' very first bar, steeped in history and intrigue. Did you know it originated in 1614 as La Pissote, a humble watering hole for King Louis XIII's coach drivers?"

Tyler's eyes widened as Roselyn continued, "These drivers would pause for a quick drink and, ahem, bathroom break before continuing to Palais Royale, the epicenter of royal power and politics."

Tyler shook his head, impressed. "How do you know so much about this place, Roselyn? Your knowledge of Parisian history is astounding."

Roselyn's laughter was infectious, filling the air with joy. "I've always been fascinated by Paris, its secrets and stories. I've read extensively about its hidden gems, and this city has a way of captivating my heart, don't you think?"

Tyler smiled, admiring her passion and enthusiasm. "Let's go inside now and experience it firsthand."

As they entered the bustling bar, the atmosphere enveloped them—a rich blend of conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses. Every table seemed occupied, but Roselyn's determined gaze scanned the room, searching for an empty seat.

Following her line of sight, Tyler's eyes landed on a familiar figure—Alexander Valtor, Roselyn's husband, sitting comfortably with a stunning woman. Tyler's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mind racing with questions.

Roselyn's voice was laced with surprise and a hint of curiosity. "I thought he was in a business meeting, not enjoying a night out."

Tyler's expression mirrored his thoughts: This should be interesting, considering Alexander's history with Charlotte.

Without hesitation, Roselyn navigated through the crowd toward Alexander, her strides confident. Tyler trailed behind, intrigued by the unfolding scene and its potential consequences.

As they approached, Alexander's eyes locked onto Roselyn's, his expression a mix of surprise, unease, and guilt. Beside him, the mysterious woman sipped her wine, her gaze fixed intently on Alexander, her eyes sparkling with a hint of possessiveness.

The air was charged with unspoken tension, and Tyler wondered what would unfold next in this complicated dance of relationships.

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