As Julian had said, Aria probably would never come back.
But no matter how hard Alexander tried to drown himself in it, he still woke up.
Brandon and the others had rushed him to the hospital.
Seeing him conscious, Brandon finally exhaled in relief, rambling:
“Look man, I get you’re messed up right now, but gambling with your life? Seriously?”
“If you’d actually died, Aria would never know you regretted everything. Yeah, my brother has a thing for her, but he hasn’t found her yet either. You still have a chance. Even if you can’t get back together, at least explain yourself, tell her you’re sorry.”
“Do you really want her to remember you like this? To hate you forever?”
Alexander listened, something shifting in his expression.
After a long pause, he nodded. “You’re right. I need to find her. Apologize to her whole family. Explain everything. Maybe… maybe she’ll forgive me.”
Brandon and the others didn’t burst his unlikely bubble.
A reason to live, however unrealistic, was better than self–destruction.
They didn’t want a death on their hands.
When they’d broken into Alexander’s private: room yesterday, finding him barely breathing, they’d nearly had heart attacks themselves.
They’d rushed him to the hospital, pumped his stomach, saved his life.
If no one had noticed, the alcohol poisoning and stomach rupture could’ve taken him out.
Seeing Alexander was stable, Brandon and the crew left.
Alone in the sterile hospital room, Alexander couldn’t sit still. He called his assistant immediately.
“Any news on Aria’s family?”
Taylor was silent for a long moment before sighing deeply.
“Sir, after erasing their identities, they flew to France but didn’t stay long. They switched identities fast. We’re working off photos, but impossible to track them down. We’ve identified several cities they’ve passed through, but their current location remains… unknown.
“The Sterling influence doesn’t extend as far overseas. Finding them is like searching for a needle in a haystack. It will take time.”
Alexander massaged his temples, forcing down his frustration.
een nearly
“Step up the search. And gather every task that needs me in person. Get it all done in three days. After that, move everything else online. I’m going overseas to find Aria myself.”
Taylor recognized his determination and didn’t question it, immediately making arrangements.
For three straight days during his hospital recovery, Alexander worked around the clock.
He had to hurry–Julian had already been searching overseas for some time. He was far behind and couldn’t afford to lose more ground.
After handling all essential business, he packed a simple bag and caught the earliest flight to France, Aria’s last known location.
The plane cut across the blue sky, leaving a long trail behind.
On the Champs–Élysées, Alexander searched aimlessly.
Truthfully, he had no real plan.
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He had no idea where Aria might have gone.
He visited every landmark she’d ever casually mentioned wanting to see, but found no trace of her.
The initial anxiety and excitement gradually settled into a hollow void.
One day… five days… two weeks…
He couldn’t remember how long he’d been searching. He was thinner now, skin darker from endless days outside, but the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes were impossible to miss.
Until Aria appeared before him, he couldn’t sleep properly.
The internal torment was excruciating–a hundred times worse than any physical pain.
If she were to appear right now, he’d gladly let her inflict any suffering on him. Anything wou
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As Julian had said, Aria probably would never come back.
But no matter how hard Alexander tried to drown himself in it, he still woke up.
Brandon and the others had rushed him to the hospital.
Seeing him conscious, Brandon finally exhaled in relief, rambling:
“Look man, I get you’re messed up right now, but gambling with your life? Seriously?”
“If you’d actually died, Aria would never know you regretted everything. Yeah, my brother has a thing for her, but he hasn’t found her yet either. You still have a chance. Even if you can’t get back together, at least explain yourself, tell her you’re sorry.”
“Do you really want her to remember you like this? To hate you forever?”
Alexander listened, something shifting in his expression.
After a long pause, he nodded. “You’re right. I need to find her. Apologize to her whole family. Explain everything. Maybe… maybe she’ll forgive me.”
Brandon and the others didn’t burst his unlikely bubble.
A reason to live, however unrealistic, was better than self–destruction.
They didn’t want a death on their hands.
When they’d broken into Alexander’s private: room yesterday, finding him barely breathing, they’d nearly had heart attacks themselves.
They’d rushed him to the hospital, pumped his stomach, saved his life.
If no one had noticed, the alcohol poisoning and stomach rupture could’ve taken him out.
Seeing Alexander was stable, Brandon and the crew left.
Alone in the sterile hospital room, Alexander couldn’t sit still. He called his assistant immediately.
“Any news on Aria’s family?”
Taylor was silent for a long moment before sighing deeply.
“Sir, after erasing their identities, they flew to France but didn’t stay long. They switched identities fast. We’re working off photos, but impossible to track them down. We’ve identified several cities they’ve passed through, but their current location remains… unknown.
“The Sterling influence doesn’t extend as far overseas. Finding them is like searching for a needle in a haystack. It will take time.”
Alexander massaged his temples, forcing down his frustration.
een nearly
“Step up the search. And gather every task that needs me in person. Get it all done in three days. After that, move everything else online. I’m going overseas to find Aria myself.”
Taylor recognized his determination and didn’t question it, immediately making arrangements.
For three straight days during his hospital recovery, Alexander worked around the clock.
He had to hurry–Julian had already been searching overseas for some time. He was far behind and couldn’t afford to lose more ground.
After handling all essential business, he packed a simple bag and caught the earliest flight to France, Aria’s last known location.
The plane cut across the blue sky, leaving a long trail behind.
On the Champs–Élysées, Alexander searched aimlessly.
Truthfully, he had no real plan.
07:17
Adios My Playboy Hubby, I’m DONE Being Your Submissive Wife!
11.09%
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He had no idea where Aria might have gone.
He visited every landmark she’d ever casually mentioned wanting to see, but found no trace of her.
The initial anxiety and excitement gradually settled into a hollow void.
One day… five days… two weeks…
He couldn’t remember how long he’d been searching. He was thinner now, skin darker from endless days outside, but the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes were impossible to miss.
Until Aria appeared before him, he couldn’t sleep properly.
The internal torment was excruciating–a hundred times worse than any physical pain.
If she were to appear right now, he’d gladly let her inflict any suffering on him. Anything would be better than this endless agony.
Now he understood the torture of waiting for someone who might never return.
The regret consumed him.
If he could go back, he’d tear apart the version of himself who had made that fatal mistake.
With empty eyes, Alexander continued his numb, mechanical search.
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ld be better than this endless agony.
Now he understood the torture of waiting for someone who might never return.
The regret consumed him.
If he could go back, he’d tear apart the version of himself who had made that fatal mistake.
With empty eyes, Alexander continued his numb, mechanical search.
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