Chapter 856 Punishment
Alexander was sprawled out on that sterile white hospital bed, his eyes looking dead and empty.
He kept asking himself over and over why he was still kicking.
Why the hell did he wake up in a hospital?
He lived alone, no servants, no nothing.
He was drowning in booze, thinking if he drank himself to death, so be it. He was ready to meet his maker. But nope, he woke up in a hospital instead.
The room was heavy with loneliness, the air thick and suffocating.
Alexander glanced at the window, where a sliver of sunlight, like a shy lover, hesitated its way through the curtains, casting a warm glow that slowly crept onto his face.
But that sunlight didn't do squat for the darkness in his heart, just barely highlighting his gaunt, worn-out face.
He hated the sunlight.
The door creaked open, and in walked Mia, holding a bunch of fresh flowers, which she quietly placed in a vase.
Alexander lay there, acting like she wasn't even there.
The room filled with the scent of fresh flowers.
Alexander scowled, "What are you doing here?"
"You almost died, can't I come?" When Mia got the call from the hospital, she nearly lost her mind with worry and rushed over.
Thank God, Alexander had been saved.
"Alexander, why? You know you can't drink, why did you drink so much? Do you have to make me worry and suffer for you? It seems like you don't want to live!"
Alexander gave a weak smirk, "Sorry for making you worry."
His face was ghostly pale, like life had been sucked out of him, leaving just a shadow.
His eyes had lost their old spark, now deep and distant, like dim moonlight on a still lake.
Hearing Alexander's cold voice, Mia felt a stab in her heart.
Mia said, "Even if you don't give a hoot about me and George, do you not give a hoot about Scarlett either? She practically raised you when you were little."
"She has Alzheimer's now," Alexander cut her off, "She doesn't even know who I am. Even if I die, what difference does it make? Just find someone who looks like me to pretend to be me, and she'll buy it, just like when Madison disguised Ava."
His cold eyes locked onto her, his voice dripping with despair. "In this world, everyone is replaceable."
Just like William replaced him.
Mia shot back, "No, Alexander, you're wrong. There's only one you in this world, no one can replace you. You are my son, and you will be a father someday."
She wanted to tell Alexander that he was already a father.
But she had kept it under wraps for so long, and spilling the beans now might just break him even more. The guy was barely hanging on as it was; he couldn't take another hit.
She was terrified he'd end up hating everyone.
Hearing this, Alexander's brow furrowed. "What did you say?"
Mia wiped the tears from her face, "I mean, one day you'll get married, have kids, and become a dad. If your kids turned out like you, wouldn't that tear you apart? Alexander, please, get it together. I'm begging you."
Alexander's lips stayed shut, silently swallowing the bitterness in his heart, like those old wounds had been ripped open again.
"I will never have kids, never!" Alexander snapped.
He couldn't imagine having kids with anyone else; it was unthinkable!
He had always wished he and Ava could have had a child. If Ava had been pregnant back then, he would have had a reason not to divorce her.
If they had stayed together, they could have worked through their issues.
William wouldn't have swooped in.
He had hoped Ava would get pregnant, but it never happened.
Now, he felt like he had nothing left in this world.
His heart was drowning in despair, like a lone boat caught in a storm.
In the dark currents of his misery, he felt the agony of life, each breath a reminder of his doomed fate.
Countless nights, he lay awake staring at the ceiling, feeling like he wouldn't make it to the next day.
But he always woke up, always saw the sunlight.
The thing he hated most now was that every morning, he could still open his eyes.
Why did he have to wake up?
"Alexander, tell me, are you deliberately torturing yourself? Do you not want to live?"
Alexander stayed silent.
Mia took a deep breath, "You've dodged death so many times, don't you think it's a sign? Maybe God wants you to live. Otherwise, think about it, you almost died alone last night, but a thief saved you."
Last night, Alexander was on the brink of death.
A thief had broken into his house, planning to steal, but when he saw Alexander dying, he called an ambulance instead.
The cops told Alexander this; the thief had been caught.
Even though he was a thief, he saved Alexander, so he might get a lighter sentence.
When Alexander heard this from the cops, he laughed.
God clearly wanted him to live in suffering, playing a twisted game with him, making him live in pain.
All of this was a cruel punishment for not recognizing his own heart and divorcing Ava.
Punishing him for being a stupid asshole.
