Suddenly, a figure resembling Aria caught his eye.
She was arm in arm with a foreign man!
His heart sank like a stone in acid, unbearably painful.
Alexander clenched his fists, eyes blazing as he charged forward, landing a vicious punch on the stranger’s face.
“Get your hands off my wife!”
“Your wife?” The foreign man spat blood, staring in disbelief. “If she’s your wife, then who the hell am I?”
He threw a retaliatory punch that Alexander blocked.
The woman beside him quickly shielded her companion. “What kind of psycho are you? I don’t even know you! Come on, babe, let’s go!”
She glared warily at Alexander until reality finally hit him–he’d attacked the wrong person.
Just a similar woman, and he’d completely lost control.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered hoarsely.
After paying compensation, he resumed his endless search.
If it weren’t for this, he’d never have noticed how many women looked like Aria same hair, same eyes, same voice… but never her.
But she was the only one he wanted.
Just when Alexander was verging on complete despair, Taylor messaged:
“Sir, we found her! She’s in this restaurant right now with her parents. Here’s the location–please hurry!”
Seeing the location and a photo of Aria, Alexander nearly broke down.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, not even bothering to fix his disheveled appearance, he rushed to the restaurant at top speed.
“Aria!…”
As he flung open the private dining room door, Alexander froze in shock.
“Julian? What are you doing here?!”
Panic surged through him as he demanded answers.
Julian looked calm, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “As Aria’s boyfriend, why wouldn’t I be here?”
The words hit Alexander like a thunderbolt. His ears rang, blocking out all other sound.
Julian’s statement echoed in his mind, driving him to the edge of sanity.
“How the hell is this happening? Aria, how’d he become your boyfriend so damn fast? I need you to explain this to me, now!”
Alexander’s eyes reddened, his vulnerability complete, voice trembling.
Aria looked utterly indifferent, continuing to eat her meal as she replied casually: “It’s not quick at all. It’s been over six months since our divorce.”
“He’s been pursuing me for a while. I thought I’d give it a try. I’m single, after all. What’s wrong with that?”
Alexander’s breath caught in his throat, lips moving silently, unable to produce sound.
Six months… it had already been over six months…
07.17
Adios My Playboy Hubby, I’m DONE Being Your Submissive Wife!
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Chapter 19
Her casual words cut like a thousand knives, shredding his heart into a bloody pulp.
Fighting back tears, he managed: “Everything’s wrong with it. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else. You’re mine, damn it. I love you–nobody
else!
“Huh.” Aria gave a short, derisive laugh. “You keep saying you love me. What, you think hurting someone’s how you show it
“If that’s love, I don’t want it.”
Her eyes held not a trace of affection–only cold detachment.
