Chapter 32

"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, Tyler following closely behind.

"Where are we going, Roselyn?" Tyler asked, trying to keep pace with her.

Roselyn's response was firm. "To find Alexander. This is the only lead we have."

Together, they hastened towards the event location, uncertainty and urgency propelling them forward.

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Alexander's distress deepened as he grappled with Roselyn's sudden departure, finding solace in the numbing effects of alcohol. Charlotte, sensing his vulnerability, slid closer, her voice dripping with compassion.

"Alexander, you're drinking too much. You need rest. Your wife is gone; you can meet her later. Come, let me help you," Charlotte cooed, her hand wrapping around his.

Alexander's blurry gaze met Charlotte's concerned expression, but his intoxicated mind failed to register the danger lurking beneath her solicitous words.

With Charlotte's guidance, Alexander stumbled toward the elevator, his legs faltering beneath him. She steadied him, her grip firm but gentle.

As they stepped into the empty hallway, Charlotte's hands remained wrapped around his waist, supporting his staggering steps. Together, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors, finally reaching a door that Charlotte expertly opened.

She ushered Alexander inside, the door clicking shut behind them. The room's silence enveloped them, punctuated only by Alexander's ragged breathing.

Charlotte's calculating gaze locked onto Alexander's, her eyes burning with unspoken intentions. His vision swam, Roselyn's name escaping his lips in a whispered plea.

"Rose?" Alexander slurred, his face inches from Charlotte's.

Charlotte's lips curled into a sly smile, her silence deceptive. She stood motionless, her eyes locked onto Alexander's, as he cupped her face, struggling to clear his blurred vision.

Before Alexander could comprehend the situation, Charlotte's lips brushed against his, her kiss igniting a spark that threatened to consume them both.

Alexander's foggy mind failed to register the unfamiliar lips pressed against his. His thoughts swirled, a jumbled mix of Roselyn's absence and the sudden intimacy.

Charlotte's kiss deepened, her hands weaving through Alexander's hair, pulling him closer. Alexander's drunken haze kept him submerged in the moment, unable to distinguish reality.

"Rose..." he whispered, his lips still locked with Charlotte's.

Charlotte's fingers traced Alexander's jaw, her touch igniting a false sense of comfort. Alexander's hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer.

Lost in his intoxication, Alexander's senses blurred, and he continued the kiss, unaware of the treacherous line he crossed. Charlotte's silent smile hid her triumph as she expertly manipulated Alexander's vulnerable state.

Time seemed to dissolve, leaving only the haze of Alexander's drunkenness and Charlotte's calculated seduction. The room faded into darkness, and Alexander's consciousness began to slip away, trapped in a web of confusion and desire.

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Tyler and Roselyn stepped into the grand ballroom, where crystal chandeliers cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floor. The air vibrated with the hum of conversation, punctuated by clinking glasses and muted laughter.

However, their entrance was halted by a stern-faced security guard, whose eyes narrowed as he scrutinized their invitation. Roselyn's poised demeanor never wavered as she produced the embossed card, her voice confident. "I'm Alexander Volter's wife and escort."

The guard's expression softened, and he murmured into his earpiece, seeking confirmation. A moment later, he nodded and stepped aside, allowing them to merge with the sea of elegantly attired guests.

Roselyn's gaze swept the room, her eyes scanning the crowded space with an air of urgency. She navigated through clusters of people, her slender figure weaving past designer gowns and tailored tuxedos.

As they paused at the edge of the dance floor, Tyler leaned in, his voice barely audible above the music. "What's our plan?"

Roselyn's response was swift. "We need to split up and find Alexander quickly. We can cover more ground that way."

Tyler's brow furrowed, concern etched on his features. "If I find him first, what should I tell him?"

Roselyn's expression turned grave, her voice laced with worry. "Tell him his grandfather has been in a severe accident and is critically injured."

Tyler's eyes widened, grasping the situation's gravity. His nod was solemn before he vanished into the crowd.

With Tyler gone, Roselyn intensified her search. She glided through the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Her eyes locked onto every face, searching for Alexander's familiar features amidst the strangers.

The room's opulence receded, replaced by Roselyn's singular focus: finding Alexander and sharing the distressing news.

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Meanwhile, Alexander, lost in his intoxicated haze, continued to kiss Charlotte, mistaking her for Roselyn. His desire escalated, fueled by confusion and liquor.

Charlotte subtly guided Alexander toward the nearby bed, her hands tracing the contours of his chest. Alexander's fingers instinctively roamed, seeking familiarity.

In the dimly lit room, Charlotte expertly manipulated Alexander's blurred perceptions. She slid his jacket off, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

Alexander's hands wandered, seeking Roselyn's familiar curves. His fingers found the zipper of Charlotte's dress, and, driven by instinct, he unzipped it, revealing the delicate lace beneath.

As the dress slid off her shoulders, Charlotte's breath quickened. Alexander's lips remained locked with hers, oblivious to the deception.

Charlotte's hands delved deeper, her touch igniting a false sense of intimacy. Alexander's senses swirled, his thoughts consumed by the illusion of Roselyn's presence.

With a gentle push, Charlotte eased Alexander onto the bed, her body following, entwined with his. The room's shadows enveloped them, hiding the truth from Alexander's intoxicated gaze.

In the darkness, Charlotte's calculated seduction neared its climax, Alexander's vulnerable state rendering him helpless against her manipulations.

Charlotte's deft fingers swiftly unbuttoned Alexander's shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders. Her gaze lingered on his chest, her breath hitching in anticipation.

Alexander's hands instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer. Charlotte's body pressed against his, her curves molding to his contours.

In the dimly lit room, they sank into the bed, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Charlotte's fingers traced Alexander's jaw, deepening the connection.

Her dress lay discarded, leaving her in lacy undergarments. Alexander's hands roamed, exploring the soft, smooth skin beneath.

Entwined, they lost themselves in the kiss, their world narrowing to the touch, taste, and scent of each other. Charlotte's calculated seduction had reached its pinnacle.

Alexander's intoxicated haze blurred the lines between reality and fantasy, his mind convinced he was with Roselyn. Charlotte's silent smile hid her triumph, her heart racing with excitement.

Time stood still as they surrendered to the moment.

The door burst open, and Alexander's head jerked toward the sudden intrusion. His eyes widened in horror as he took in Roselyn's figure, fRoseen in the doorway.

His gaze snapped back to the woman beside him, and his mind reeled in shock. Charlotte's face, once a blur of desire, now crystallized into stark reality.

Alexander's words stuck in his throat; his lips parted in silent dismay. His eyes darted between Roselyn and Charlotte, his mind racing to comprehend the devastating scene.

Roselyn's eyes brimmed with tears, her gaze fixed on Alexander and Charlotte's entwined forms. Her face contorted in anguish, as if witnessing a betrayal.

Charlotte's expression remained calculating, her eyes flashing with triumph. She had orchestrated this moment, manipulating events to her advantage.

Earlier, she had instructed the guard to admit Roselyn, knowing the timing would be perfect. Her informant had provided Alexander's location, setting her plan in motion.

Now, as Roselyn's tears spilled over, Charlotte's satisfaction grew. Her plan had succeeded."

"Roselyn..." Alexander's voice cracked, his apology hanging unspoken.

Roselyn's tears fell like shattered dreams. Alexander hastily disentangled himself from Charlotte's grasp, his half-naked form a stark reminder of his betrayal. He rushed toward Roselyn, his arms outstretched in a futile attempt to comfort her.

But Roselyn recoiled, her eyes blazing with anguish and rejection. "Don't touch me!" she warned, her voice trembling with rage.

Undeterred, Alexander reached out again, his hands seeking forgiveness. But Roselyn's patience had snapped. She slapped him hard, the crack echoing through the room.

"How dare you touch me?" She spat, her face contorted in pain. "You cheated! You bloody cheater! Liar!"

Alexander's eyes pleaded for forgiveness, but Roselyn's heart was sealed. She turned and fled, leaving Alexander's desperate cries echoing in her wake.

Tyler arrived at that moment, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene: Alexander's half-naked figure, Charlotte's suggestive pose on the bed, and Roselyn's tear-stained face.

Tyler's gaze burned with anger and disappointment, his words laced with venom. "You've really done it this time, Alexander."

But before turning to follow Roselyn, Tyler's expression turned grave. "Alexander, I need to tell you something. Your grandfather's been in a severe accident. He's in critical condition."

Alexander's world crumbled. The weight of his mistakes and the news of his grandfather's accident crushed him. He stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the empty space where Roselyn had stood, his heart shattered into a million pieces.

Charlotte's calculating gaze watched the chaos unfold, her expression serene, but her eyes gleaming with triumph.

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The Alexander's private jet soared through the skies, its luxurious interior eerily silent except for Roselyn's muffled sobs. The tension was palpable as Tyler, Roselyn, and Alexander sat in uncomfortable silence, the weight of the past hour's events hanging heavy in the air.

Alexander's guilt and frustration simmered, his mind reeling with the events that had transpired. How had he ended up in Charlotte's bed? The memories remained hazy, but the consequences were devastatingly clear.

He glanced at Roselyn, his heart aching to comfort her, but her body language screamed rejection. He tentatively rose from his seat, approaching her with caution, only to be met with a painful reminder of his betrayal.

Roselyn swiftly stood, her eyes avoiding his, and walked to a nearby seat, closing the curtain behind her with a soft click. The separation felt like an insurmountable barrier.

Defeated, Alexander sank into the seat beside Tyler, who cast him a sidelong glance, his expression a mixture of disappointment and concern.

The jet's engines hummed softly, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within. Alexander's thoughts swirled, replaying the events leading up to this moment, searching for a way to rectify the damage.

Tyler's voice broke the silence and dropped to a disapproving whisper, his words laced with anger and disappointment. "You broke her, man. Not just her trust, but her heart."

Alexander's gaze fell, shame washing over him.

Tyler continued, his tone unrelenting. "You know how happy she was in Paris? How excited was she to give you another chance? She was willing to forget the past and work on your marriage. But you... you threw it all away."

Alexander's eyes pleaded for understanding. "Tyler, I—"

Tyler cut him off, his voice rising. "No, Alexander. You need to listen. Roselyn had finally found the courage to forgive you and to take a leap of faith. And what did you do? You went and betrayed her in the worst possible way."

Alexander's voice cracked. "I was drunk, Tyler. I don't know what happened. I swear, I didn't mean to—"

Tyler's expression turned incredulous. "Drunk? That's your excuse? You got drunk and just happened to end up in Charlotte's bed? That's not an apology, Alexander. That's a cop-out."

Alexander's face contorted in anguish. "I know, Tyler. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Tyler's anger softened, replaced by disappointment. "You're not just sorry, Alexander. You're destructive. You're destroying the people who care about you most."

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