Semua Bab Owned By A Man I Couldn't Trust : Bab 61 - Bab 70

She struck him again and again on the chest with trembling fists, each blow weaker than the last yet full of unrelenting anguish. Alex Fraser didn’t move to stop her. He stood there, letting her pain rain down on him, his own tears sliding freely down his face. He had never felt so powerless. For all his wealth, his influence, his carefully built empire, none of it mattered in this moment. None of it could heal her, or return what she had lost. Words, presence, and quiet endurance were all he had to offer, and tonight even those felt pitifully small. Rainee's voice cracked as she screamed, the rawness in her throat echoing through the room. “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU HADN’T CAGED ME, I WOULDN’T HAVE TRIED TO RUN AWAY WITH MY FAMILY. MY FAMILY WOULD STILL BE ALIVE IF YOU HADN’T LOCKED ME UP!” Her words sliced through him like shards of glass. Alex’s eyes widened, but he didn’t interrupt. He accepted every blow, every accusation, because if this was the only way she could pour out

She stopped mid-sentence, afraid that if she said even one more word, she would shatter again. Alex felt as though he were drowning in a helplessness so heavy it pressed on his chest like iron. He wanted to reach out, to convince her, to pull her out of the darkness, but he knew his words would bounce off the walls she had built around herself. ___________ While Rainee slept, Alex sat on the couch beside her bed, a glass in his hand that he’d forgotten to finish. He watched her breathing, soft, slow, and detached from the world, and his own tears blurred his vision. He had always been a man who solved problems with power, influence, and will, but none of it could return her smile. None of it could make her see him… literally or emotionally. His thoughts twisted with fear. What if she never sees again? What if she never feels anything again? What if this quiet, empty version of her is all that’s left for the rest of our lives? And then, another question crossed his mind like a knife

“And… we found his car in the ocean.” It took Rainee a few seconds to properly register what Andrew had just said. Her ears rang, and the world around her blurred, as though reality itself were trying to soften the blow. “W‑What do you mean he’s missing?” Her voice cracked. “H‑His car… where was his driver? He never drives himself unless,... unless he wants to be alone with me.” Andrew inhaled deeply, like a man forced to retell a nightmare for the hundredth time. His shoulders sagged under invisible weight. “That day,” he said slowly, “Alex told his bodyguards and driver to leave him alone. He said he needed space. That was the last time we saw him.” Rainee’s body turned cold, her veins pulsing with panic. She gripped the edge of the table for support as her heart began to race. Her breaths grew shallow, sharp, trembling pulls of air she could barely manage. She pressed her fist to her mouth to keep the sob from spilling out. “His grandfather and father are grieving as well,”

"I love You!" His last words echoed inside my brain like a broken tape. “What have I done…?” My voice came out as a whisper, breaking under the weight of my regret. “Why did I trust Mrs. Fraser? Why didn’t I believe Alex when he said he would give me anything, do anything for me?” I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. I had been a fool, blind and stubborn. I should have trusted him. “I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Alex…” Images of our wedding day surfaced, his hurt expression, the way he’d looked at me like I’d broken something sacred. And yet, instead of anger, he had dropped to his knees and begged for my love. “I’m sorry, Rainee. I know you’re still angry about everything I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for it all. I can do anything for you, anything. You wanted freedom, didn’t you? Vivacity? I can give you ten companies like this, an entire world if that’s what it takes. Please… just don’t leave me.” “I’m so stupid…” I whispered, my sobs growing louder until the door bu

When Rainee cafe's entered the kitchen, she paused, momentarily captivated by the sight before her. Alex Fraser, was carefully washing the dirty dishes, his movements precise, almost hesitant, as though he feared breaking them. Every swipe of the sponge and every careful placement of a plate on the drying rack spoke of a meticulousness that seemed almost foreign to her memories of him. Then, without missing a beat, he moved to the counter and began chopping vegetables. Rainee’s breath caught in her throat, the skill with which he worked was alarming, almost too professional. She remembered the long afternoons when she had been the one guiding him through the motions, teaching him how to hold the knife, how to slice vegetables evenly. Those memories flooded her suddenly, bittersweet and sharp. “Bro, did that lady leave?” Alex’s voice cut through her thoughts, low but firm, as if he had sensed her presence at the door. Rainee opened her mouth to answer, but hesitation rooted her in p