Chapter 853 Get His Wish
Night had rolled in, and the world was drenched in rain.
Tiny raindrops fell like silver threads, drifting through the air.
In the quiet room, Alexander stood by the window, eyes glued to the raindrop patterns on the glass, a heavy sadness weighing on his heart.
In the dim light, his handsome face looked even more striking against the rainy backdrop.
His eyes were deep and sharp, like bright gems in the night sky, reflecting endless pain and sorrow.
His brow was slightly furrowed, like he was trying to solve some deep, unsolvable puzzle, holding a bunch of unknown secrets.
He stood tall and firm like a mountain, his broad shoulders and lean frame giving off an air of authority.
But there was invisible pain flickering in his eyes, casting a faint melancholy over his features, like he was finding some twisted comfort in the silent night rain.
He held a photo in his hand, showing Ava's smiling face, her smile bright and radiant like the brightest star in the sky.
On his windowsill sat a bottle of liquor.
His stomach was in bad shape; he had drunk himself to a stomach perforation before, and the doc had told him to lay off the booze for three years.
He had promised Ava he'd stop drinking and take care of his health.
But in the dead of night, the longing and pain made it impossible for him to resist the urge to drink.
Only alcohol could numb his painful nerves, stopping him from wanting to jump off the balcony and end it all.
Alexander thought, 'Ava, are you doing well now? Are you happy with William, completely forgetting about me?'
It had been over a week since he got the address from Eason.
But Alexander didn't have the guts to go there and find her.
He kept hesitating, scared that if he saw Ava and William in love, he'd lose it.
He knew the only way to protect himself was not to see her, no matter how she was doing with William. As long as he didn't see it, he could at least hold onto a sliver of hope.
But once he saw it with his own eyes, he'd fall into utter despair.
He had thought about it, since Ava was so heartless to marry another guy, he could just find a woman to marry and get back at her.
But his angry impulse couldn't beat his calm rationality.
He couldn't bring himself to do such a thing; he couldn't imagine living with another woman, even if it was fake.
Besides, even if he did that, would it really get back at Ava? She might even feel relieved.
He said to himself, "Alexander, you brought this on yourself. Who can you blame?"
He looked at his reflection in the window glass and laughed mockingly. Then, he grabbed the bottle of liquor from the windowsill and poured it down his throat.
Thunder roared outside, the bottle suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.
Then, Alexander collapsed to the floor, clutching his stomach, writhing in pain.
Despite the pain, Alexander laughed, looking at the pitch-black night and heavy rain outside, laughing out loud.
He thought, 'Let me die!'
The excruciating pain spread from his stomach to every inch of his body, and he felt his strength being drained away bit by bit.
If he died this time, it would all be over.
If he didn't die, he would go find Ava.
He wanted to see just how happy she really was.
There were already many empty bottles scattered on the floor.
This night, he planned to die from excessive drinking.
Now, he was finally getting his wish.
He would never see Ava again.
