MainNovelChapter 18 ~ Thoughts and Regrets
Chapter 18 Thoughts and Regrets
Alex
"You look like shit. And I'm pretty sure I'm the one who just lost my freedom.
Are you feeling touchy for me?" Luca mocks me,
and | throw him a glare.
I'm fucking angry.
But at what? Is what | don't know.
Hell, | drunk myself to the point of not thinking clearly yesterday.
| don't know what the fuck happened but waking up with Athena in my arms drovecrazy.
Especially that | wasn't disgusted.
| hate it when people touchor touch anything that belongs to me. Mum says | should get diagnosed because
| show signs of
OCD but not when it comes to her.
My lips were on hers without thinking twice
about it the other night and maybe that's why I'm angry.
She's fucking everywhere and is messing up my plans. | don't have that
luxury and | can't fucking disappoint Leah.
This should have been easy.
But the way my heart burned and my vision blurred when | saw her laughing with Noah droveto the edge of
the cliff. She even
got drunk. | scoff at that.
Noah is a play boy and would take advantage of her. Why the fuck
did I not see it before.
Just the thought of them having been together makeswant to gauge
his eyes out.
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What the fuck is wrong with me?
"So, are you going
to tellwhy you're so upset? Did you and Leah have a fight?" Luca asks and | lean back in my office chair.
Rubbing my temples.
"I told her not to talk to Noah but she fucking texted him when
she was in trouble. She should have called me." | grit my teeth.
"Leah called Noah? Why?" Luca givesa confused look and | groan.
"Athena not Leah."
He raises a brow.
"Why do you care?"
"lI don't." | spit.
"Good. She's a fake wife who
is only known by a few people. What she does shouldn't bother
you." He says and | nod.
But the way he says it stuffs something in my chest.
Isn't it true though.
She's a fake wife.
One | should have divorced by now.
“I'll call you later,” | mutter, grabbing my keys off the desk and ignoring Luca's stupid smile.
"You better be rushing to the love of your life." he calls after me.
I slam the door shut.
The drive home
is blur with a pounding headache, but none of it drowns out the image of Athena curled up againstthis
morning- soft, warm, uninvited.
When | push open the front door, she's exactly where | expect her to be. In my space.
When did this place becso small?
| grab My phone and send Ryan a text,
Ryan: [Search for a bigger Penthouse. Preferably with two living rooms.]
When | press send. | look up and watch her keep her eyes glued to the T.V
She's avoidingand I'm glad for it.
| don't want her to touchever again.
| let the keys drop loudly on the counter while keeping my eyes on her.
"Well, isn't this cozy?" My voice is a low growl.
She doesn't respond, just flicks the volup a notch.
"Drunk the other night, lazy today," |
continue, stepping into the living room. "What's next?
Gonna text Noah again when you need someone to pick up the pieces? Maybe help you do productive things like
Studying?"
Her spine straightens, but she keeps her eyes glued to the screen.
"I'm not in the mood, Alex," she says flatly.
"My poor wife is not in the mood. Why? Was | rough last night?" | snap back.
Finally, she turns her head, her eyes burning with a familiar fire.
"You're sick in the head. And where
your brain should be, there must be only water."
"Careful, wife.” | spit. "I've never heard of anyone who insultedlive
to see the next sunrise."
"How did you know | texted Noah? Did he tell you?" She asks, ignoring my threat.
"I know everything. So now I'll have to send my favourite cousin a warning all because you don't listen."
Her
jaw tightens. "Why do you even care?" she demands. "You wantgone, don't you? So why the hell does it
matter who | talk to? Besides, when did you
start getting bothered by my relationship with Noah?"
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Wouldn't I like to know the answer to that?
| step
closer, casually removing my jacket as | walk into the center of the living room.
"Because you're still my wife. And until | decide
otherwise, you don't get to makelook like a fool."
She blinks. Once. Twice. Then she explodes.
"Until you decide?" she repeats, her voice rising. "So what-I'm just supposed
to sit here, twiddle my thumbs, and wait for your
precious schedule to clear so you can finally divorce me?"
| smile. "Exactly. You catch on real quick ey.?"
She stares at
"Maybe," she says slowly, "you're dragging this out because you're falling for me.
I scoff.
"Falling for you?” | repeat. "Don't flatter yourself, Sweetheart. You're not my type. You never were. You didn't
think the Only reason | picked you was because of Granny did you?" | step closer.
"| picked
you because you're plain, boring. You repeland | would never fall for you. So that makes the deal even
sweeter because having attachments to you is impossible. So, I'd wake up if | were you."
Her face hardens, but | don't stop.
"I've only ever had eyes for Leah,” | remind her. “And you'll do well to remember that.”
"You're sick! A cruel sick bastard. Huggingwhen drunk, usingto
appease your family all for what?"
I smile.
"All for ten million, sweetheart. You wanna know something, When | hugged
you last night? | imagined it was Leah. Otherwise | can
barely remember the rest. That's how forgettable you are."
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