All Chapters of I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stood beside Roslyn, hosting the success party for the biggest deal of my company. We presented a united front, a perfect couple to the world. But behind closed doors, we were nothing more than two strangers sharing a facade.It had been a year of marriage, and I hadn't touched my wife yet. Not because I was repulsed by her—Roslyn was stunning—but because I vowed never to force myself on any woman. I wanted passion, not obligation.But tonight, Roslyn looked breathtaking, her beauty radiating like a beacon, drawing every male eye in the room. I hated it. Resented the way they ogled her, their gazes lingering on her curves.Then, to my dismay, one of my business partners, James, approached Roslyn, requesting a dance. She should have refused and sent him packing with a polite smile. But that stupid woman accepted, her eyes sparkling with amusement.Without wasting another moment, they glided onto the dance floor, lost in the swirling lights and pulsating music. Everyone around me was

Roslyn's expression hardened, her eyes frosting over. "Do you think I'll melt in your sweet talks?" she asked, her voice icy. "I've come to know you very well over the past three years, Alexander. Your empty words won't sway me."Alexander's eyes pleaded for forgiveness. "Please forgive me, I."But before he could finish, Roslyn's phone rang, shrill in the tense atmosphere. She answered, ignoring Alexander."Chris, I'm fine; stop worrying about me," Roslyn said, her tone softening."Roslyn, when are you coming home?" Chris's voice was laced with concern. "Is the divorce process over?"Roslyn's gaze drifted to Alexander, her expression cold. "No, I mean...my divorce wasn't approved."Chris's surprise was palpable. "What? But why?"Roslyn's voice dripped with disdain. "Because my so-called husband has suddenly realized that the decision to divorce was wrong. And, to make matters worse, there's a court order that requires me to bear his presence—and his family—for an entire month."Alexa

Conversation hummed around the dining table as the family awaited Roslyn's arrival. Alexander's gaze repeatedly drifted upstairs, anticipation etched on his face. Then, Roslyn glided into the room, her poised presence commanding attention.She settled into her seat, surveying the room with a confident sweep of her eyes. Servants bustled about, serving breakfast. Roslyn's gaze locked onto Lylah and Malicia, their faces contorted in disdain."I'd love a cup of tea this morning," Roslyn declared, her voice clear and confident.The room fell silent, all eyes snapping towards her. Victoria's eyebrows arched."Summon a servant, why bother us?" Victoria's tone dripped with disdain.Roslyn's smile shimmered. She turned to Lylah, her voice honey-sweet."Lylah, darling, would you kindly brew me a cup of tea?"Gasps ricocheted around the room. Malicia's face flamed."How dare you speak to my daughter like that! Mind your manners!" Malicia's voice seethed.Alexander remained impassive, his gaze f

Alexander and Tyler were in a crucial meeting with a key client when Alexander's assistant quietly entered and discreetly whispered to Alexander, "Sir, your grandfather has arrived and wishes to see you. You need to leave immediately."Alexander's expression changed, his eyes widening in concern. He excused himself, turning to Tyler. "I need to go. It's my grandfather."Tyler nodded understandingly, taking over the meeting. "I've got this, Alexander. Go handle your family matter."The client, sensing the sudden tension, offered, "We can reconvene later, Alexander. Family comes first."Alexander nodded gratefully and swiftly exited the conference room, Tyler smoothly transitioning to lead the discussion.As soon as Alexander stepped out, his assistant briefed him on the details. "Your grandfather arrived unexpectedly, sir. He's waiting for you at home."Alexander's unease grew, knowing his grandfather's visit signaled trouble.Sitting in the car, Tyler and Alexander were headed home wh

Roselyn stood in the corner of the shopping mall, surrounded by opulent displays and lavish storefronts. She gazed blankly at the rows of designer boutiques, her fingers mechanically clutching Alexander's black card, but her mind was elsewhere, numb to the allure of luxury goods, for she had demanded these indulgences solely to deceive Alexander into believing she was a gold-digger, eager to drain his wealth; little did he know her true intentions.Her attention drifted to a nearby children's toy shop, where two young children had been pleading with their mother to purchase a coveted toy, their bright eyes sparkling with longing, only to be met with a stern refusal as their mother dragged them away, their disappointed wails echoing through the corridor.Roselyn's gaze followed the fleeing family, her expression softening, a pang of sorrow stirring within her as memories from her own past began to resurface, echoes of a childhood marked by scarcity and longing, the ache of unfulfilled