บททั้งหมดของ I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I entered our shared bedroom, couldn't help but feel emptiness. I had just finished preparing breakfast for Alexander's family, a task that had become daily routine for me. But despite my efforts, I couldn't shake off feeling that I didn't belong here. They never considered me part of their family, and house felt more like prison than home.My mind wandered back to my childhood, when my grandfather had raised me with love and care. I had been orphan, but he had been my rock, my confidant. And now, he was gone. I still missed him dearly.Promise he had made to Alexander's grandfather haunted me still. Promise that had led me to this place, to this marriage, to this life. I had tried to make best of it, I really had. I had fallen in love with Alexander day I married him, but it seemed he didn't feel same way.Three years had passed since our wedding day, and yet, there was no marital relationship between us. No love, no affection, no nothing. He was always cold towards me, never appreci

I slowly opened my eyes; the bright hospital lights pierced through my brain, making me wince. But as my gaze fell upon the familiar face beside me, my pain and discomfort melted away. Chris, my childhood friend, my confidant, my protector, was sitting next to me, his eyes filled with concern and care.I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. Chris quickly reached out and helped me, his strong hands gentle as he supported my back."You're here?" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I'm meeting you like this, Chris."Chris smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Rose, I have the same reaction. Thank God you weren't hurt worse. I was so nervous when I saw you lying on the road."I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at Chris. It had been so long since we'd last seen each other, and yet, here he was, by my side, taking care of me."How much time has passed since we met?" I asked, my curiosity getting the

I stood before the altar, my heart racing with anticipation. I gazed into Alexander Valtor's eyes, searching for a glimmer of love, of warmth. But his piercing gaze was cold, detached, like a winter's night without a flame to warm the soul.The priest's words echoed through the silence, a solemn cadence that bound us together in matrimony."Alexander Valtor, take Roselyn Carson's right hand, and declare your consent before God and his Church."Alexander's voice was flat, devoid of emotion, as he recited his vows. "I, Alexander Valtor, take you, Roselyn Carson, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."I, Roselyn Carson, spoke from the heart, my words trembling with sincerity. "I, Roselyn Carson, take you, Alexander Valtor, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life.

Tyler's expression turned serious as he approached Alexander's desk. "It's been two days. Did you call her again?"Alexander's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with irritation. "I don't care, Tyler. Why are you so worried about my wife?"Tyler's voice remained calm, but his words carried weight. "Because you're the one who hurt your wife, Alexander. She's not what you and your family think of her."Alexander's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "And can you be so damn sure, huh?"Tyler's conviction was unwavering. "I know her, Alexander. I've seen the way she's treated around here. I don't understand why, if you hate her that much and always wanted to get rid of her, you're so upset now."Alexander's anger simmered just below the surface. "I am not upset; I am just... angry."Tyler's eyes locked onto Alexander's. "Angry for what?"Alexander's pride and ego fueled his response. "I should be the first one to ask for a divorce, not her."Tyler's laughter was unexpected, and it cut through the

Alexander's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening as he listened to Vincent's words."Sir, that man used to be Ms. Carson's friend during college time," Vincent explained, his tone cautious.Alexander's brow furrowed, his expression darkening. "Wait, you're referring to my wife as Ms. Carson?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation.Vincent hesitated, sensing the undercurrent of tension. "I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to—"Alexander's interruption was swift, his tone firm. "The divorce procedure is still pending. She's still Mrs. Valtor."Vincent swiftly corrected himself. "Sorry, sir. I'll make sure to address her correctly."Alexander's expression remained stern, his voice still firm. "Continue."Vincent cleared his throat before proceeding. "As I was saying, sir, this man was Mrs. Valtor's friend during college. After she married you, there's no record of them meeting again."Alexander's gaze intensified, his focus sharpening. "Who is that man?" he asked, h