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Penulis: Ria M
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Alexander’s POV

I stagger through the front door, my head spinning and my chest tight with the weight of today. Each step feels heavier, dragging me deeper into the pit of everything I’ve uncovered.

The liquor burns in my veins, but nothing numbs the sting of realizing that Claire—Isabel’s lookalike—is indeed the mother of those kids. And Roy is their father. The pain feels like a weight crushing my chest, sharper than anything I’ve felt in years.

I push through the double doors, ignoring the maid’s greeting as I stumble past them, not even glancing up.

My feet drag me to my room, where I collapse onto the bed. The mattress bounces under me as I struggle to pull my tie off, the fabric tangling in my drunken hands.

Just then, the door swings open, and Cynthia storms in, her face flushed with anger.

“Where have you been all day?” Her voice cuts through the alcohol fog clouding my mind, and I lift my head, the dull throb behind my eyes intensifying.

“I don’t have time for this drama right
Ria M

Oh no, Alexander! Why make such a rash decision? Dearest readers, what do you think the outcome of this choice will be? I’m so thrilled to share more twists and turns with you in this exciting story. Stay tuned to find out what happens next! Don’t forget to leave your thoughts in the comments and drop some gems to show your support. Your feedback means the world to me!

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Eseta Saena
I just love to see Cynthia and Alex back together . What a laugh when she said to Claire about trying to take away someone else's husband. What a friend!
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Eseta Saena
I'm looking forward to see how he'll react when he finds out that the daughter they have with Cynthia is not his. I hope also he'll soon find out how evil Cynthia is.
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Bollygal
Honestly, it doesn't matter that he's the father of the twins. He slept with Cynthia again. These 2 selfish people deserve each other. He needs to leave Claire alone. He is a weak man. If he was smart, he would know Isabel/Claire never cheated, and he, in fact is the cheater.
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