All Chapters of I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was a serene Saturday night, the warm glow of the dinner table candles casting a golden ambiance over the opulent dining room.Alexander and his mother, Victoria, sat at the table, the tension between them palpable.Alexander glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his eyes scanning the room for Roselyn's presence.Victoria's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with disapproval."Roselyn's late, as usual," she said.Just then, Roselyn appeared in the doorway, her stunning figure clad in a sleek black dress.Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her full lips curled into a mysterious smile as she caught Alexander's eye.However, instead of joining them at the dinner table, Roselyn merely nodded in greeting before making her way towards the entrance hall.Alexander's brow furrowed in concern as he pushed back his chair, his voice low and questioning."Where are you going this time?"Roselyn's smile grew wider as she slipped on her coat, her eye

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Roselyn stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find herself nestled in Alexander's arms, a sense of disorientation washing over her.She jolted upright, shock etched on her face, her mind foggy and her head pounding with a relentless headache that threatened to shatter her very sanity.Groggily, she scanned her surroundings, taking in the familiar contours of their bedroom, the plush carpet, and the elegant furnishings that seemed to blur together in her hazy state.But her gaze snapped back to Alexander, her expression darkening with a mix of confusion and indignation."How dare you sleep beside me?" she demanded, her voice laced with indignation and a hint of accusation.She jerked his shoulder, her fingers digging into his flesh with a force that belied her fragile state.Alexander winced, but his eyes remained calm, his expression a mask of patience and understanding."Roselyn, listen," he began, his vo

After their invigorating swim in the river, Alexander and Roselyn stepped into the cozy house, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows illuminating their radiant faces.They exchanged playful glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief, as they separately retreated to change into comfortable attire.Roselyn emerged first, her hair tied in a loose braid, wearing a flowing sundress that accentuated her curves.Alexander followed, his chest still slightly damp from their river escapade, clad in a crisp white shirt and linen pants.Together, they settled at the beautifully set table, the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting vegetables wafting from the kitchen.The table was a masterpiece of rustic elegance, adorned with wildflowers and fine china.Alexander pulled out Roselyn's chair, his hand brushing against hers, sending shivers down her spine.As they sat, Roselyn's gaze drifted over the spread before them—tender chicken, steaming vegetables, and an array of fresh fruits.

Alexander approached his mother, noticing the faint lines of fatigue etched on her face. "Mom, you haven't slept yet," he said, concern lacing his voice.Victoria turned to him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You too didn't sleep, son. What kept you awake?"Alexander shrugged. "I had some work to catch up on. Tomorrow, I have to leave for Paris on a business trip."Victoria's interest piqued; she leaned forward. "Are you going alone?"Alexander shook his head. "No, Tyler's coming with me."Victoria's expression transformed, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. "Why don't you take your wife along? The business trip will provide an opportunity for you both to spend quality time together and rekindle the spark."Alexander hesitated, knowing Roselyn needed rest after their recent vacation. "We've just returned from a short break, Mom. Maybe she's tired and needs to rest."But Victoria persisted, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Nonsense, Alexander. She needs to accompany you. It's

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, Rosel