Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Alexander was finally starting to feel the regret.
If he hadn’t chased the thrill of sleeping around, would things be different now? But every guy in his circle lived this way–wife at home, girlfriend on the side. Some juggled multiple affairs, playing the field far worse than he ever had.
Aria was sweet and understanding–why couldn’t she just accept this?
Alexander stared blankly, utterly confused.
All night, sleepless. An unbearable restlessness tortured him, screaming: hurry up, move faster.
Find Aria now, or regret it forever.
After what felt like an eternity, his team finally reported back. His assistant placed a stack of papers and a USB drive on his desk.
“Sir, Aria took that divorce agreement you signed at the wedding and got a lawyer involved. It’s official – you’re divorced. She and her parents wiped out every trace. Last record we found? They bought tickets to France. After that… nothing.”
The assistant’s voice faded to nearly a whisper, unable to meet Alexander’s murderous gaze.
The room plunged into deafening silence.
Only then did Alexander remember–at their wedding, he’d secretly signed divorce papers to appease her parents, never telling Aria about it.
He’d assumed those papers would gather dust forever. Never imagined she’d actually use them to leave him.
Alexander’s face remained stone–cold, but his fingers crushed the documents into a wrinkled mess.
His dark eyes burned with barely contained rage as he forced himself to scan through the papers–a self–inflicted punishment. Text and photos chronicled Aria’s recent activities in painful detail.
His dark eyes blazed with barely restrained fury as he forced himself to go through the papers – a self–inflicted punishment. The words and photos laid out Aria’s every move in excruciating detail.
They are done, completely.
But Alexander couldn’t–wouldn’t–accept it.
“I don’t care what it takes,” he growled, chest heaving as he slammed the papers down. “Find her. Anywhere on this goddamn planet.”
His assistant frowned. “Sir, with all due respect… you haven’t seemed that into Aria lately. Isn’t this divorce actually a goo ng? Why can’t you just let her go?”
“She’ll never accept Savannah or any other woman. Forcing her to stay would only hurt both of you. And honestly, Savannah isn’t nearly as sweet as you think.”
“That USB has proof of how Savannah set Aria up. Maybe take a look before you-”
Alexander’s face darkened instantly.
Just as he reached for the USB, Savannah burst through the door, tears already flowing.
“Alex, baby,” she sniffled. “Is Aria spreading lies about me again? She’s so determined to get rid of me.”
She dabbed at her eyes. “I wanted us to be together forever, but she’s… she’s making it impossible. Maybe I should just go.”
She turned to leave, covering her face dramatically the same performance she’d given countless times before.
But after a few steps, she realized something was wrong. No footsteps followed her.
Savannah slowed down, glancing back repeatedly. Even when the elevator arrived with a soft ding, still no one came after her.
07:16
Adios My Playboy Hubby, I’m DONE Being Your Submissive Wife!
Chapter 12
The wounded look on her face froze, uncertainty replacing her manufactured tears.
Back in the office, Alexander plugged in the USB, his jaw clenched as video footage began to play.
Multiple surveillance clips pieced together told a very different story than the one he’d believed.
Aria had never once started trouble with Savannah. In every instance, it was Savannah who had deliberately provoked her, set her up, and played the
victim.
