Chapter 673 She's Dead
"Even if he screws up, who cares?" Eloise huffed, then stormed off to her room.
Arabella slumped on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. She grabbed her phone and dialed her son, "Where you at?"
"At the club," Alexander answered.
"Not coming home tonight?"
"Nope."
Alexander, tall and sharp, was lounging in the club's VIP room, smack in the middle of the sofa. After hanging up, he slowly set his phone down, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his long fingers.
Benjamin glanced over, "Was that your mom?"
"Yeah," Alexander muttered, not offering more.
"I heard someone is setting you up with a date," Benjamin said, figuring that was' why Arabella called.
Alexander just gave a bitter smile, his mind drifting back to that night. He talked all night, but she stayed silent, and by morning, she was back in the emergency room.
Edward lit a cigarette, grumbling, "There's a rumor Victoria's dead. No wonder they're doing this."
William and Sebastian sat nearby, sneaking glances at Alexander.
A whole year had passed, and here they were, Christmas Eve again.
The past two years had been a rollercoaster, but this year was eerily calm.
The club's main hall was buzzing, but their swanky private room felt off.
They finally got Alexander out, hoping to chat, but he seemed uninterested.
Since last year, he'd become a man of few words.
He could listen to others' problems and respond normally, but when it came to his own stuff, he clammed up.
Victoria had vanished before, but this time felt different.
It was like he'd locked himself in a dark corner.
He'd changed. He was now decisive and ruthless, showing no empathy. Except for a few close friends, he barely hung out with anyone.
He skipped social events, only signing contracts at the office.
Even though Isabella wasn't running the Montgomery Group, he kept crushing it. It was on the brink of collapse.
Arthur seemed like he was choking, barely able to breathe.
Benjamin said, "You need to start fresh."
Alexander replied coolly, "Isn't every day new?"
After a few drinks, Benjamin arranged for someone to take Alexander back to Serenade Villa.
Alexander still saw it as their new home, even though they hadn't lived there long.
He went straight upstairs to the bedroom, tossing his car keys on a low cabinet by the wall. His eyes flicked to the wall. Their wedding photo still hung there, but she was gone.
But he seemed used to this life, staying silent as he headed to the bathroom.
When he took off his shirt, a scar on his muscular back was still clearly visible.
But he seemed oblivious, stepping into the shower and letting the cold water pour over him. He'd suddenly developed this habit. He hadn't used hot water in ages.
He also hated bringing outside smells into the house, like it would poison the place.
The house's furnishings hadn't changed, but what was once warm and cozy was now just lifeless objects.
The next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a figure by his bed. He quickly looked at the figure, then turned over in frustration and went back to sleep.
"She's back," a voice suddenly piped up from behind.
He finally opened his eyes, but his gaze went from warm to ice-cold in seconds. He then buried his head under a pillow.
Arabella hesitated, her voice cracking, "Your grandmother said if Victoria stands in front of her again and asks for a divorce, she'll agree. I regret it. Why did I push you two together? Did you ever really love each other?"
Arabella left after dropping that bomb.
Alexander let go of the pillow, his face emerging from underneath.
They had never loved each other. Otherwise, how could things have ended up like this?
Victoria didn't want to be with him anymore or even say she loved him. The only reason she stayed was because she found out she was pregnant and wanted to give the kid a home. But when they lost the baby, she stopped pretending.
Everything was fake, except her leaving.
At 10 AM, on the top floor of the Harrington Group office building.
Alexander, looking sharp in a black suit, stepped out of the elevator. Janaye immediately stood by her desk with a stack of files, greeting him, "Morning, Mr. Harrington."
Alexander said nothing, striding towards his office.
Janaye quickly followed.
Compared to a year ago, Janaye had become a top-notch secretary.
This was thanks to Alexander's cold demeanor and Shoure's secret help.
But Janaye had really buckled down because of Victoria.
She didn't want to seem clueless and aimless if she ever saw Victoria again.
They were the same age, and Victoria had held this important position without any mistakes. Now that she had passed it on to her, she couldn't let Victoria down.
People outside said Victoria was dead, but she knew Victoria wasn't dead.
When Janaye snapped back to reality, Alexander had been holding a file, coldly staring at her for a long time.
She quickly stepped forward to take the signed file, "Sorry, Mr. Harrington."
Alexander capped his pen, then leaned back, staring at her, "I think that woman gave you this position to help me, not to cause trouble."
"Yes, I know I was wrong, Mr. Harrington."
"If it happens again, you're fired," Alexander said coldly.
"Yes," Janaye agreed. She had just been thinking about verifying that Victoria wasn't dead.
After crying for several days, believing Victoria was dead, Shoure finally couldn't stand it and told her...
Shoure asked, "Think carefully. If she were dead, would Mr. Harrington still be sitting in the office, ruthlessly working you like this?"
She remembered looking at him with tearful eyes, asking, "So, Victoria isn't dead?"
Shoure said, "If she were dead, he would have gone mad, and besides..."
"Besides what?" Janaye was very agitated at the time, desperately needing someone to confirm this. Because everyone said Victoria was dead, even Janaye's parents said so.
"Why hasn't Frank been seen in the security department? If Victoria were dead, he should have returned to the security department."
"So you mean..."
"He's with Victoria."
Janaye, holding the files, stopped at the door, thinking about Shoure's words. She turned around, then, risking being fired, walked back, "Mr. Harrington?"
"What is it now?" Alexander asked.
"Victoria, no, Mrs. Harrington, is she still alive?"
"She's dead."
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