Alexander was deeply engrossed in conversation with Charlotte, laughing and smiling warmly, when Roselyn's voice cut through the air, its sharp tone slicing through the warmth of the evening.
"I thought you might be finalizing some business deal with some elderly businessman in a sterile meeting room, not indulging in wine and laughter with a beautiful stranger," Roselyn said, her voice laced with sarcasm, hurt, and a hint of betrayal.
Alexander's eyes snapped toward Roselyn, surprise etched on his face, his expression a mixture of guilt and unease. "Roselyn!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with guilt and embarrassment.
His gaze shifted to Tyler, standing beside Roselyn, and his expression darkened, his brow furrowed in concern.
Charlotte, sensing tension, turned to Roselyn, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Excuse me, who are you, and what exactly is the meaning of this interruption?" She asked, her voice polished but chilly, with a hint of annoyance.
Ignoring Charlotte's question, Roselyn's words dripped with venom and hurt. "But here Alexander Valtor is, sitting in a beautiful bar with a stunning girl, holding each other's hand and savoring the famous wine of Paris, utterly carefree and unencumbered."
Alexander's face flushed with embarrassment. "What are you doing here, Roselyn? I thought you were out with Tyler, exploring the city," he demanded, his tone firm but laced with defensiveness.
Roselyn's smile was bitter, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't worry, I'm not stalking you, Alexander. We stumbled upon this place by mistake. Sorry to spoil your intimate date. You continue with your business meeting, or whatever this is," she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
Charlotte's eyes narrowed, her expression incredulous. "Excuse me, who are you, and what nonsense are you spewing? This is none of your concern," she snapped.
Roselyn's glare was icy, her voice firm. "I am the wife of the man whose hand you are holding, and I have every right to be concerned," she declared loudly, her voice echoing through the bar, drawing attention from nearby patrons.
Heads turned, and the surrounding crowd began to stare, their faces a mixture of curiosity and concern.
Tyler intervened, his voice calm and soothing. "Roselyn, let's leave now and discuss this privately. We don't want to make a scene.
Alexander's warning was low and urgent; his eyes locked on Roselyn's. "Don't make a scene, Roselyn. We can talk later, in private. This isn't the time or place."
Roselyn's laughter was laced with pain and desperation. "What's left to talk about later, Alexander? You've made your priorities clear," she said, her voice cracking.
Charlotte's expression turned superior, her voice dripping with malice. "Look, you're clearly unstable and have no idea how to conduct yourself in public. Now I understand why your married life isn't going well."
In a flash, Roselyn snatched a wine glass and hurled it at Charlotte, her anger and hurt boiling over. Alexander intervened, catching Roselyn's wrist, and the wine spilled across his chest, staining his crisp white shirt.
His eyes blazed with anger and frustration.
Tyler swiftly dragged Roselyn outside, away from the escalating confrontation, into the cool Parisian night, where the city's romantic allure seemed cruelly ironic.
As they emerged into the night air, Roselyn's tears burst forth, mingling with her rage and hurt, her sobs echoing through the night.
Tyler's calm voice soothed her. "Let's get out of here, Roselyn."
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Tyler's expression was stern as he entered the hotel room. "Roselyn, you shouldn't have done that. It was unnecessary and embarrassing."
Roselyn's defiance was palpable. "I didn't do anything wrong. He's my husband, and he was flaunting his interest in another woman."
The door burst open, and Alexander stormed in, his face thunderous. His gaze locked onto Tyler.
"Leave us alone," Alexander growled, his voice low and menacing. "I need to talk to my wife."
Tyler nodded silently and departed, leaving the combustible atmosphere to unfold.
Alexander's anger was palpable force as he approached Roselyn. He grasped her shoulders, spinning her toward the wall, and pinned her against it.
His face inches from hers, and Alexander's voice seethed with fury. "What do you think of yourself, huh? Causing a scene, embarrassing me in public, and humiliating Charlotte?"
Roselyn's eyes flashed defiance. "You're hurt because I threw wine on your ex."
Alexander's grip tightened. "How did you...?"
Roselyn's smile was laced with venom. "Oh, come on, Alexander. Who doesn't know about your history with Charlotte? Your little rendezvous wasn't subtle."
Alexander's expression softened slightly, his tone placating. "Look, Roselyn, I was with her; it's just...we're friends, nothing more. My company has a deal with hers, so we were celebrating. Nothing else."
Roselyn's voice dripped with disdain. "Did I ask you for an explanation?"
Her words hung in the air, a challenge to Alexander's integrity.
Alexander's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "You're my wife, Roselyn. You have every right to know."
Roselyn's laughter was cold. "Save your breath, Alexander. Your actions speak louder than words."
The tension between them was suffocating—a toxic mix of anger, hurt, and betrayal.
Alexander's grip loosened, his expression softening as he attempted to reason with Roselyn. "Baby, please understand—"
But Roselyn was beyond consolation. She pushed him away, her hands against his chest, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Leave me alone, Alexander," she spat, her voice trembling.
Without another word, Roselyn turned and walked toward the bed, her movements swift and deliberate.
Alexander followed, his footsteps heavy with regret.
As Roselyn reached the bed, she swiftly pulled back the covers and slipped beneath, enveloping herself in the blanket's protective shield.
"Roselyn, please—"
"Go away, Alexander," she whispered, her voice muffled by the blanket.
Alexander stood beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Roselyn's hidden form. He reached out, hesitated, then retreated.
The silence between them was oppressive, punctuated only by Roselyn's stifled sobs.
Alexander's heart ached, knowing he'd caused her pain. He longed to comfort her, but Roselyn's rejection stung.
With a heavy sigh, Alexander turned and walked away, leaving Roselyn to her tears.
As the door closed behind him, Roselyn's sobs intensified, her body shaking beneath the blanket.
She wept for the love they once shared, for the betrayal, and for the shattered dreams.
In the darkness, Roselyn's tears fell unchecked, a testament to the fissures in their crumbling marriage.
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Morning light streamed through the window, illuminating Alexander's somber expression as he stared at his phone, his thoughts still reeling from the previous night's confrontation.Charlotte's call pierced the silence, her melodious voice a stark contrast to the tension lingering in the air, its warmth and familiarity a jarring reminder of his complicated relationships.
"Alexander, is everything okay between you and Roselyn?" Charlotte asked, concern etching her tone, her words laced with genuine interest.
Alexander hesitated, weighing his words carefully, unsure how much to reveal. "Yes, everything's fine, Charlotte. Just a minor misunderstanding, nothing to worry about."
"Good," Charlotte said, relief evident in her voice, her sigh almost audible. "I was worried about how last night ended, about the scene Roselyn made."
Alexander's guilt surged, his conscience pricking him. "No, Charlotte, I'm the one who should apologize. Roselyn's behavior was unacceptable, and I'm truly sorry."
Charlotte's tone remained gracious, her understanding palpable. "Please, Alexander, don't apologize. She's your wife; her reaction was natural, given the circumstances. It's not her fault."
Alexander's eyes narrowed, intrigued by Charlotte's empathy and insight. "You're very gracious, Charlotte, considering the embarrassment Roselyn caused."
"I'm a realist, Alexander," Charlotte replied, her voice measured. "I understand the complexities of relationships and the nuances of human emotions. Now, I'm calling for a reason. My family's legacy company is celebrating its 100th anniversary, a milestone event, and I need you to attend with your wife."
Alexander's mind raced; he hadn't spoken to Roselyn since their argument, and asking her to accompany him seemed daunting, almost impossible. Yet he knew he couldn't decline.
"I wouldn't normally ask, but Father's legacy...it's important," Charlotte continued, her voice filled with conviction. "Plus, this event will solidify our business partnership and cement our collaboration."
Alexander knew he couldn't refuse. "Of course, Charlotte. We'll be there, no matter what."
Charlotte's delight was palpable, her enthusiasm infectious. "Wonderful! I'll send over the details. Looking forward to seeing you both."
As Alexander ended the call, he turned to face Roselyn, standing behind him, her expression still etched with hurt and anger, her eyes flashing with unresolved emotion.
Before he could speak, Roselyn's voice cut through the tension, its firmness a shield against her vulnerability. "I want to go back."
Alexander's eyes searched hers, seeking clarification, hoping for a glimmer of understanding. "Back where, Roselyn? Home? Are you ready to talk about what happened?"
Roselyn's nod was curt, her jaw set. "Yes. I've had enough of Paris, enough of this trip, and enough of you."
Alexander's thoughts swirled, unsure how to broach the topic of Charlotte's event, uncertain how to bridge the chasm between them. He knew Roselyn's anger wouldn't dissipate easily.
"Roselyn, we need to talk."
"Not now, Alexander," she interrupted, her voice firm, her walls firmly in place. "Just arrange for my return. I'm tired of this trip, tired of your excuses, and tired of you."
Alexander's eyes locked onto Roselyn's retreating form, his mind racing with the implications of Charlotte's event and the potential damage Roselyn's absence could inflict on his reputation.
"Roselyn, wait," Alexander called out, his voice laced with urgency and a hint of desperation. "I need you to attend this event with me; it's essential for my business, for my reputation, and for the future of our family's legacy."
Roselyn paused, her hand on the bedroom door handle, her expression unyielding and unforgiving. "Why should I care about your reputation, Alexander, when you've consistently prioritized your own interests over mine?"
Alexander's frustration simmered, his words tumbling out in a persuasive torrent. "Because, Roselyn, as my wife, your actions reflect on me, and this event is critical; it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to solidify our business partnerships and secure our financial future."
Roselyn's gaze was icy, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're only thinking about yourself, as always, Alexander; your selfishness is staggering. I want to go back home, and I don't need your help or your manipulations."
Alexander's tone turned pleading, his words laced with a hint of desperation. "We can leave together tomorrow, after the event; just this one favor, Roselyn, please; don't let your anger cloud your judgment."
Roselyn's refusal was absolute, her voice firm and resolute. "No, Alexander; Tyler can accompany me everywhere; he can escort me back home; no need for you; I just want to go back and escape the toxic atmosphere you've created."
She stepped into the bedroom, leaving Alexander seething, his anger and frustration boiling over like a pent-up storm.
"I am packing my things," Roselyn declared, her voice muffled by the closing door but still audible, still piercing.
Alexander's anger boiled over, and he hurled his own phone across the room, watching in frustration as it shattered into pieces against the wall.
its fragments scattered like the shattered remains of their relationship.
His fists clenched, Alexander paced the room, his mind reeling with the consequences of Roselyn's refusal, his thoughts consumed by the devastating implications of her rejection.
How could she be so obstinate, so unwilling to support him, so determined to undermine his success?
The shattered phone lay on the floor, a symbol of their fractured relationship, a stark reminder of the chasm that had grown between them.
Alexander's anger slowly gave way to despair, his pacing slowing as the weight of his reality settled upon him.
He stopped pacing, his eyes fixed on the closed bedroom door, his heart heavy with sorrow.
The silence between them was oppressive, a heavy weight that threatened to crush Alexander's resolve and suffocate him beneath its unyielding pressure.
With a deep breath, Alexander steeled himself, determined to find a way to salvage their relationship, to repair the damage before it was too late, to reclaim the love they once shared.
"Why is she being so stubborn? Doesn't she care about my reputation? Can't she see I need her by my side?What's happened to us? Where did our love go?
I've lost her. I've lost myself.
How can I fix this?
Must find a way to make her understand.
Can't lose everything we've built."
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Roslyn POVI pack these clothes, packing away the shattered remains of our relationship, the fragments of a love that's been slowly disintegrating over time.I'm exhausted from trying to hold on, from attempting to revive something that's clearly beyond repair. Alexander's selfishness knows no bounds; he only cares about himself, his reputation, and his business, never once stopping to consider my feelings or needs.The memories of our once-passionate love now seem like a distant dream, a fleeting illusion that vanished the moment reality set in. Our love turned into a toxic cycle of anger, resentment, and disappointment.I thought this trip would reignite something, would rekindle the flame that once burned so brightly between us. But it exposed the depth of Alexander's emotional absence, his inability to connect with me.He expects me to attend that event with him? For his reputation? To smile and pretend everything is fine when our marriage is crumbling?No, I refuse to be his prop
"We should check the hotel first; maybe Alexander is there," Roselyn suggested, her voice laced with urgency, as she and Tyler hastened towards the hotel.Upon arriving at the room, Roselyn's anxiety intensified as she realized Alexander was nowhere to be found. Unbeknownst to her, the event's location had been changed, and she had no clue where it was being held.Tyler's concern grew as he repeatedly asked, "Roselyn, what's going on? You're scaring me."Roselyn's responses were cryptic, her mind fixated on finding Alexander. "I need to talk to him, Tyler. We can't waste any more time."Tyler's curiosity turned to frustration, but Roselyn's determination remained unwavering.Just as they were about to leave, Roselyn's gaze fell upon the invitation lying on the table, revealing the event's address.Her eyes widened as she grasped the significance. "Tyler, we need to go here now. We're running out of time."Without hesitation, Roselyn grabbed the invitation and rushed out of the room, T
The car glided smoothly through the winding roads, carrying Alexander, Roselyn, and Tyler toward Oakwood, a town steeped in nostalgia and memories. For Roselyn, Oakwood represented her childhood, her grandfather's warmth, and countless laughter-filled days.As they drove, the silence within the car grew thicker, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine. Roselyn's gaze remained fixed on the passing landscape, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.Alexander's eyes drifted toward her, his heart heavy with guilt. He couldn't help but steal glances, his mind replaying the events that had led to this fragile silence.Their marriage had been on the mend, fragile threads of reconciliation weaving together. But he had carelessly snipped those threads, leaving their relationship in tatters.The Oakwood sign appeared on the horizon, and Roselyn's gaze faltered, her eyes dropping. Alexander's grandfather and hers had forged a lifelong friendship within these town limits, their bond strengthened
Roselyn sat alone in a secluded garden within Rose Park, her mind racing with thoughts of her grandfather's passing, Alexander's betrayal, and the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume her. The weight of her sorrow felt crushing, as if she were completely isolated in this world, with no one to turn to.Her thoughts swirled in chaos, struggling to make sense of the turmoil that had engulfed her life. The pain of Alexander's deception still lingered, and the loss of her grandfather, her rock, her guiding light, felt unbearable. The uncertainty of her future loomed before her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was utterly alone.As she sat lost in thought, a gentle touch on her shoulder broke the silence. She turned to find Tyler standing beside her, his eyes filled with concern. He sat down beside her, his presence a comforting respite from the turmoil that had been ravaging her mind."What are you thinking, sitting here all alone?" Tyler asked softly, his voice a soot
Tyler walked up to Roslyn and said, "You did the right thing, Rose. You gave them exactly what they deserved."Roslyn looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears. "Maybe I'm not meant to have a family or love," she whispered, her voice laced with despair.Tyler's expression softened. "You're not alone, Rose. I'm here for you, always."He grasped her hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "I promise you, I'll be your friend, your rock, no matter what. You'll never be alone."Roslyn's lips curled into a faint smile, and Tyler's face mirrored hers.With a final nod, Tyler turned to leave. He got into his car and drove away, leaving Roslyn alone in the grand mansion with only a few guards for company.The silence was deafening, the emptiness overwhelming. But Roslyn stood tall, her resolve strengthened by Tyler's words. She knew she'd made the right decision, no matter how painful.As the darkness closed in, Roslyn whispered to herself, "I'll rise from these ashes. I'll rebuild my life, an
Alexander couldn't concentrate on his work since he'd heard about the divorce. His mind was consumed by the thought of losing Roslyn, and he couldn't comprehend why she'd lost faith in him.He struggled to make sense of his chaotic emotions, torn between his love for Roslyn and his loyalty to his mother. Their relationship had always been complicated, but he'd never imagined it would come to this.Ever since Roslyn had hinted at knowing the truth about his father, William, Victoria's behavior had become increasingly erratic. Alexander felt caught in the middle, unsure of whom to believe or whom to prioritize—the woman he loved or his own mother.He couldn't shake off the feeling that Roslyn's decision to divorce him was rooted in more than just his infidelity. There were deeper wounds, ones he couldn't quite grasp.As he sat at his desk, staring blankly at papers and files, Alexander's thoughts swirled with desperation. What could he do to regain Roslyn's trust? How could he prove his
Roslyn POVRoslyn thought about Alexander, memories of their time together flooded her mind. She recalled the moments they shared, the laughter, the whispers, and the stolen glances. But it all felt like a farce now, a cleverly crafted lie. The realization stung, and her heart ached as she wondered how long Alexander had been deceiving her.She remembered the gentle touch, the soft kisses, and the warmth of his embrace. The memory of their kiss by the river, under the starry sky, still lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be again. Her heart yearned for the love they shared, but it was all a facade, a cleverly concealed betrayal.Sitting alone on the balcony, lost in thought, Roslyn's eyes welled up with tears. She felt the sting of disappointment, the weight of shattered dreams, and the anguish of being cheated. As the tears rolled down her cheeks, she vowed to herself, "I won't waste another tear on that man. I won't let his deception break me."Her inner turmoil rag
Alexander slumped in his office chair, nursing a glass of whiskey, despite the early afternoon sun streaming through the window. Charlotte, his ex-girlfriend and valued business client, sat beside him, her presence a constant reminder of his past mistakes."Hey, Alex, rough day?" Charlotte asked, her voice husky, as she leaned in closer, her designer perfume wafting through the air.Alexander's gaze remained fixed on the amber liquid, his thoughts consumed by Roslyn's absence and the looming divorce proceedings. He resented Charlotte's presence, knowing she was the catalyst for his marital downfall."Charlotte, I thought I made it clear: our business relationship is all that remains between us," Alexander said, his tone cold and detached.Charlotte's smile faltered, but she persisted. "Alex, I've missed you. And now that you're... available again, I thought we could rekindle what we once had."Alexander's eyes narrowed, warning her. "Don't go there, Charlotte. You know why Roslyn and