ALEX’S POV I haven't slept a wink since last night because Ariel didn't come home. According to The Intelligence, she's with her friend Emilia, but I’m still worried. She might suddenly decide to confess and call Vivian to spill the truth. I'm darn sure she must be feeling guilty; she's always been so weak.Exhaling deeply, I slightly close my eyes, trying to calm myself. Just then, the doorbell rings, and I hurriedly answer it. There she is, seated in a wheelchair with her friends holding crutches."What's with the wheelchair?" I enquire."Honey, have you forgotten that I fell down the stairs and lost our baby?" she replied, tears welling up in her eyes…….. no, that's definitely a fake tear and I can't foolishly bring myself to believe her for a single second; I am certain she's up to something."We went back to the hospital this morning, and the doctor said her leg will take some time to heal. She shouldn't stress it, so I got her crutches for the stairs," her friend explained. I st

ALEX'S POV "Morning, my king," I wake up to the unpleasant sight of her face. "I think it would be best if you always wore makeup because you look terrifying without it. Are you sure you and my wife are from the same parents, or were you adopted, or maybe she was the one who was adopted?" I remark as I move away from her, rise from the bed, and stand up."When you know she is prettier than me, then what exactly am I doing here? You refuse to have sex with me or even let me touch you. So what am I doing here?" she retorts, her voice dripping with anger."Your job is to make her life miserable and frustrated. If you do that perfectly, then I might grant you what you want. Who knows, I might even divorce her sooner and marry you," I say, attempting to deceive her. Why would I marry her when I am not insane? I would rather endure Ariel's company than even think of marrying her.I can see the joy on her face as she hears that. I leave the room to fetch some water from the freezer. "I thi

ALEX'S POV The dining table fell silent, making it feels like a graveyard. I focuses on each spoonful of food, but my gaze kept returning to Ariel and Aiden as they exchange love-filled glances, which only irritates me more.Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I burst out, "But I'm curious about something. Why didn't you inform me about him coming here before his arrival?""Did you inform me about her coming here before her arrival?" she shot back."There's a big difference, because last time I checked, this is my house, not yours. Don't forget about the rules and regulations of this house," I countered."Okay, Mr. Landlord. First, we are married, so this house belongs to both of us. Second, I thought we agreed to put all of that behind us, especially when you told me that you would try to be a better husband. Have you already forgotten that? Third, I never actually planned this, but we had a little argument yesterday, and I thought it might be because we are not together, so

WILLIAM'S POVOn arriving at Alex's house, I am mesmerized by how huge it is; grandfather has given it to him as a wedding present. "You have such a nice house," I compliment."Thanks," he replies, and we head inside, where we find his wife serving food on the dining table. As soon as she sees me, she quickly stops and comes over to greet me."Hi," she greets with a lovely smile, and now I finally get to see her clearly. I must say, she is a real beauty."Hi," I return her greeting."It's really nice to have you here in our humble home. I think you are the first family member to visit us here, and that makes me even more grateful for your visit," she says warmly."Really? Wow, that's really an honor and I think I deserve an award for that," I reply to her jokingly, but Alex doesn't interfere in our conversation and just heads upstairs. I and his wife's eyes follow him, and then I shift my gaze back to her. I can see a look of disappointment on her face."Pardon my manners, I'm William,

ALEX’S POV"That seems to be your wife. Why didn't she come in?" Bella asks as she checks my temperature again. I let out a light sigh, feeling better."She must be in a bad mood," I joke."Alex, I think you need to open up more. You need to let someone in to help you, or else you'll be haunted by this trauma for the rest of your life," she says, sounding very dramatic.I raise my head from the pillow and move closer to her, whispering, "Isn't it getting late? I think you need to go home, or else your husband will start imagining things about the two of us."Bella chuckles at my comment and then stands up, grabbing her bag. As she is about to leave, she turns back to me and says, "You need to let go of her and find peace of mind.""How will I do that? I've been trying, but it's just so hard," I ask, knowing it's really going to be hard to let it go."No, it isn't. You just need to stop blaming yourself for her death and start living your own life," she says before finally opening the d