Chapter 132 She Won't Let that Woman Get Away With It
After ending the call, Alexander set his phone aside, his face a mask of stoicism. He sank into the couch within the sterile confines of the hospital room, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
He had taken the medication prescribed by the doctor to quell the raging storm within his body, and it had brought him a semblance of relief.
"Alex, you seem troubled," Isabella observed, her intuition hinting that the call had likely been from Ava.
"I'm alright, Isabella. You should rest," he responded, his voice a mere whisper.
"Alex, what became of the divorce papers? You haven't mentioned them. Were you able to retrieve them?" She had been anxiously awaiting news all day, and had posed the question the moment he had stepped into the room. Yet, until now, he had remained silent on the matter.
Alexander merely replied, "I couldn't get them."
His voice was devoid of emotion as he uttered these words - no trace of anger, irritation, or regret.
"What?" Isabella gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. A knot of apprehension had formed in her stomach the moment Alex had walked in. Despite her desperate hope, hearing his admission of failure to secure the necessary documents pushed her to the edge of despair.
"Why did this happen? Wasn't everything supposed to be arranged today?" she questioned, desperation lacing her voice.
"We just couldn't retrieve them. Grandma was vigilant. There wasn't an opportunity," he responded, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "You should rest. We can discuss this later."
He seemed worn out, trapped between two opposing forces, both demanding a divorce.
"How many more 'laters' will there be?" Isabella sobbed. "Alex, I've been waiting for you for so long. How much longer must I endure? I don't even know if I'll live long enough, I..."
Her words faltered as she struggled for breath, clutching her chest and gasping for air.
Alexander swiftly rose from the couch, rushing to her bedside to gently pat her back, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?"
"Alex." Isabella wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice choked with emotion. "How much longer? Will there never be a right time? Will I never become your wife? Tell me!"
Alexander's expression was one of solemn seriousness. He felt cornered with Ava, and with Isabella, he felt as though he was letting her down. In the world of business, his decisions were always precise, but when it came to matters of the heart, he felt utterly inept.
After a lengthy silence, he gently patted her head, "It's late. You should sleep."
Despite her tears, Isabella knew her outburst wouldn't alter their predicament. Without the marriage license, the divorce was impossible, and her emotional display could only serve to push him further away.
Wiping her tears, she looked up at him, "Will you stay with me, then?"
"I will. Lie down," Alexander instructed as he assisted her onto the bed, tucking her in and gently wiping her face. His voice softened, "Stop crying."
"Alright, I won't cry," she murmured.
Isabella moved over on the bed. "Alex, lie down next to me. You need to rest too if you're going to stay."
The hospital bed was just wide enough for two, provided they were close.
Alexander adjusted the blanket, saying, "No need, I don't want to crowd you. Just sleep. The couch will suffice for me."
The couch was spacious and already equipped with a blanket, prepared for those who chose to stay overnight.
Without waiting for Isabella's response, Alex resettled himself on the couch.
Suppressing her disappointment, Isabella had no choice but to obediently drift into sleep alone.
'Damn Ava—she must be scheming again, deliberately prolonging the divorce with Alex. It's disgraceful. I swear, I won't let that woman escape justice,' Isabella vowed to herself.
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