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92. Have a happy life!
Alexander’s POV
I swirl my glass looking at the New York city from my window. It has got so many lights yet looks so dull. Maybe it’s my brain that could not see any blazing light. I took another sip as the images of stained picture on the wall in the closet flashed in my mind. She wiped off Cayden’s face completely. I could understand how much hate and pain she had been through just by looking at the ruined painting. I should be insane to think that she felt and endured will be erased with just my reappearance.
So, this is it. Ryan is best. Even though I agree with that, I can’t picture her beneath him naked. My eyes immediately squeezed at that thought. I tried not to think of them, not to think of what they might be doing right now. I could not help it. She might have been through the same pain in the last five months. Right when I thought my life has started, it has ended all over again.
I don’t want to end that ju
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