I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love

low the surface. "Why the hell didn't she wake me up?" he muttered t

d or perhaps in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. But upon entering

y space beside him on the bed. He felt a twinge of unease

s anger giving way to concern. But there was no sign

n's absence. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was

considered that Roslyn might actually leave him. He had always

asn't so sure. The maid's words echoed i

y found the courage to stand up to him? Was she

revious night, Roslyn's words still ringing

nderestimated his wife. Was she stronger than he t

into the plush leather of his chair. His eyes closed, and his mind began to wander, consumed by thoughts of his enigmati

yes snapped open, his gaze narrowing slightly as he took in his secretary's concerned expression

wife argue again?" Tyler ventured, his tone la

his eyes flashing with a warnin

amiliarity. "Alexander, you're weird; tell me what happened.

ight of Tyler 's perceptiveness. With a sigh, he relented, his eyes g

efore. She told me she wanted a divorce, Tyler . Can you believe it? She said she c

off, his mind replaying th

he'd come crawling back once she realized she couldn't survive without me. But... there w

ose, his eyes lock

off and come back to her senses. But... she's gone. No ca

al, but Alexander could sense a fl

Tyler . But... but I never thought she'd actually

se. "So what's there to be upset about, Alexander? This is a great thing! You

s gaze piercing. "Why do I f

ith a hint of mischief. "I'm just say

by the nagging sense of unease. Roslyn's absence had lef

th a newfound seriousness. "Alexander, she's been miss

shook in a slow,

ke ego aside for a moment and call her Alexander. She's upset, and sh

der's pride. With a sense of trepidation, he dialed Roslyn's number,

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her, my guardian angel, had reluctantly left my side to attend to some pressing matters at his office. But even his brief absence was a testament to his unwaver

for me, a rock of support and strength in times of turmoil. His selflessne

ed the first time I saw him, like it was yesterday. Those piercing dragon eyes, those luscious plumy lips, that sharp nose, and that captivating smile with cute

ut the truth was, I wasn't. I was just a mere accessory in his life, a trophy to be sh

pher, who cared for me without expectation and who loved me for who I was. And as I lay there, surrounded by the quiet of the hospital room, I

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