Chapter 57 She said, "I can't possibly want a man who's cheated."
"I can't possibly want a man who's cheated." Her head was bowed, her voice calm and quiet, yet filled with an undeniable resolve.
She could no longer tolerate his sudden intimacy. If he hadn't been with that woman, then even if he had left home for two years, as long as he came back, she would recognize him as her husband. He could do whatever he wanted, even if it involved physical intimacy.
But... he was no longer clean. Even though she had fallen in love with him at first sight, the thought of his impurity made her unable to accept him.
"I am definitely going to di..." Before she could finish saying the word "divorce", her arm was suddenly grabbed, and in an instant, she was lying on a dim and soft bed, her mind empty.
The strong scent of Alexander’s male hormones hit her. His tall body was pressing down on her, his voice low and slow, "Don't say that word."
His dark eyes held a soft light that she couldn't understand. He stared at her until he could no longer hide his emotions, then slowly lowered his gaze to her attractive lips. He couldn't help but kiss her.
Victoria immediately raised her hand to stop him.
"Mmm." But her wrists were quickly controlled. His strong hands swiftly spread hers as their fingers intertwined. He held her tightly and landed a fierce kiss on her lips. He seemed to feel no pain, but she was in agony, resisting constantly.
Alexander stopped. He looked at her extremely angry eyes, panting, and with difficulty, he stopped forcing himself on her, whispering, "If I hadn't been with her..." A sudden ringtone broke the silence in the room. The two people on the bed looked at each other, and neither spoke again.
Victoria's heart was pounding; what was he trying to say? If? There were no ifs in life. The past could never change.
"Sorry, I have to take this call first." He apologized suddenly, then got up. Victoria lay there, unable to move.
Alexander was on the phone by the window, "Isabella." "Bellyache? Don't panic, I'll be right there, hmm." His calm demeanor was immediately gone, and he ran out as fast as lightning.
Victoria still lay on the bed, silently curling herself into a ball. What was she fantasizing about? A misunderstanding? That he hadn't slept with Isabella? That the child in Isabella's womb was someone else's? She couldn't help but mock and scold herself, ‘Wake up, Victoria, stop your naive fantasies; it's all real. His sudden panic... It was as if the world was about to collapse. If he didn't love that woman...’
She couldn’t help but wonder why he did this to her. He took her first kiss and her heart, but he didn’t care.
When Alexander came back, it was almost dawn. But the door to the master bedroom was locked. She was silently protesting. Alexander glanced at the lock, turned around in the dim light, and went downstairs with long strides.
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Early the next morning.
"Mr. Alexander? Why are you sleeping here?" In the living room downstairs, Alexander's tall body lay on the relatively spacious sofa.
Alexander was awakened by the noise, frowning, pressing his arm on his aching forehead, "It's too noisy."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but Mr. Alexander, why didn't you sleep... Good morning, Mrs. Harrington."
"Good morning." Victoria replied.
She just came downstairs and saw Alexander lying on the sofa.
Alexander also glanced at her, then suddenly said to the nanny, "Why am I sleeping here? Why don’t you ask our Mrs. Harrington."
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