Alex Cross Wife Novels & Stories

People who tore my life apart five years ago. Alexa Sanchez-my step-sister. And Gideon Grayson, who has once been my husband, the man who betrayed me, orchestrated my imprisonment and set in motion the steps to make it fall. And now they flaunt their perfect lives-and Alexa is pregnant with his child. The child that should be mine.

"Maybe we should visit the Tocci's to question them?" Her husband seemed to take the idea quite negatively, "Are you sane? You went to accuse people when we are not even sure she's there? You need help." This was just like him, a pessimistic being. The phone rang and Mrs. Contreras rushed to see who was calling. It wasn't Rodriguez, just some random number. Nonetheless, she picked it up. "Are these the Contreras?" "Yes. Can I help you?" "Your daughter Ema Contreras was involved in an auto crash."

I keep my voice even, masking the dread. Jace chuckles. “I thought you’d be having dinner with your girlfriend instead.” The words hit harder than I expect. A dull ache spreads in my chest. “That reminds me,” I say carefully, “didn’t your wife have a cousin? Alexa?” Silence. Then a sigh. “Yeah. Alexa. Bless her soul. She was accused of murdering her father and Mr. Ripples. And theft.” “I’ve heard that,” I say, steadily. “But… Do you think she did it?”

"What chemotherapy? What was wrong with her?" He turned to me, his voice shaking uncontrollably. "Em, I'm Alex! I'm your husband!" I tilted my head, studying him like a stranger, then burst into laughter. "Husband? You're my husband?" My gaze moved past him to Brooke at the doorway, holding her kids with an innocent expression. "Then why do you have children with another woman?" The color drained from his face. His throat bobbed violently as he struggled to speak. "Because... Because a year and a half ago, I was drugged... She… Brooke… She accidentally entered my room and...

Emboldened by the open bar, a slightly tipsy Vice President called out, half-joking: "Mr. Sterling, if Chloe is your beloved sister, then what is Mrs. Sterling to you?" My hand tightened around the door handle. I stopped breathing. The smile on Alexander's face faded slightly. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his tone so calm it bordered on cold. "She is my wife," he said simply, as if that explained everything. "We have history. Evelyn isn't... exciting, or brilliant like Chloe. But she is the mother of my children. " Not exciting. Not brilliant. Just the mother of his children. In his definition, I was a breeding vessel. A free, high-end housekeeper.

“But you just stood up to her so technically…we are both fucked.” He snorts, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry. Forgive me” “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” I say, walking back to the bed and taking off my coat. He turns away. “Who is she, by the way?” I ask, grabbing a shawl to put on top of me, covering my shoulders. “Kylie Aaronson. She’s the alpha’s partner.” “As in lover?” I ask him, and he nods his head. “So why not get married? Why is he looking for other women?” I ask. Alex rubs the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze.

Alex knew she did and yet wouldn't even make her feel the privilege of being his wife. They were quiet until the chauffeur drove into Lyon residence. When the car came to a halt, Alex shut down his computer and stepped out. Aretha followed and Alex simply strode into the house without looking back at Aretha whether she was following or not. He got in and was welcome by his mother. "Alex dear" Candice called out, giving her son a warm embrace and the latter kissed her chin. Candice saw the woman following closely behind Alex and knew she must be his wife. She walked past her son and went to the younger woman with smiles all over her chin.

If Devan heard Valeria’s crazy idea, it seemed he would lock her in a dark room for breaking their agreement. Alexa shifted her sitting position. Now, she faced Valeria, who was waiting for her response. Alexa cleared her throat softly. Alexa’s body straightened as she said, “Val, there’s something I haven’t told you yet.” Valeria’s brows furrowed deeply. “And what is that?” Alexa took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “I’m actually already married, long before my engagement with Ronan took place.” Suddenly, the atmosphere became silent.

Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.” I nodded. “How is she doing?” Alexa smiled, “Better. She divorced her husband who's been living with her for six years recently.” I laughed, “That does sound like Kelly. But what about that her lawyer friend? Didn't he stand a chance?” Alexa sighed, “When she was forty, he did. He was her sixth ex-husband.” “Wow.” Alexa nodded, “I checked her fate, she's doomed to fail in all her marriages. Apparently, she's paying for her past life sin.”

“We can have dinner without this line of questioning.” “Oh, forgive me,” Alexia said with mock sincerity. “I just wanted to clarify things. After all, it’s such an intriguing situation, isn’t it? You’re my husband’s ex-wife, you were engaged to his late brother, and now you’re married to his best friend. Quite the entanglement, wouldn’t you agree?”