Divorced Heiress
Chapter 60

My gaze couldn't be taken away from Alexander's face, I was waiting for the moment when he would tell me he was joking, but it never came. It was hard to believe that he would be capable of leaving his company behind, his businesses, his family, everything to move to Paris where he would be very close to Tristan. After a few seconds, I let out a little laugh, assuming that he was just joking and I found it really silly on his part, but even sillier that I almost believed him.

- Who are you trying to fool, Alexander? You're not capable of leaving everything that has always mattered to you and that you've worked so hard for, to move to Paris. - I said calmly, as if what was coming out of my mouth was the whole truth, however, Alexander seemed very serious. Wasn't it like I was saying it?

It was then that I set aside any hint of amusement, to take this matter very, very seriously and focused on his honey-colored eyes, which were shining more than ever as they stared at me.

- I don't want to deceive anyone. The things that used to matter to me stopped mattering as soon as met Tristan, my son, my heir, my blood. I want to reclaim our time, to keep him calling me dad and teach him things that only a father can teach, I want to see him grow up, I don't want to be far away from you... from my son again. - One of my eyebrows arched almost automatically when I corrected myself immediately, although I couldn't help but feel guilty.

It was entirely my fault that they hadn't spent the time together they should have and that, after almost four years, they both knew about each other. I was selfish for thinking only of myself and the damage Alexander caused years ago. Guilt ate at me because my little son wasn't to blame for his parents' conflicts.

Finally, I couldn't do anything but accept Alexander's decision and let him make up for lost time as he saw f. I swallowed the displeasure of having to be close to him again for a year and ended the silence that had fallen in seconds.

- Alright, I hope you won't have any problems in the future. - I said calmly, trying to be as understanding as possible.

The truth was that I was increasingly surprised by his role as a father, I would never have imagined it that way and honestly, I was really happy for Tristan, because Alexander was willing to have the best relationship with him.

- And if I do, it would be worth every second, the only thing that matters to me now is making up for lost time. - Alexander's words surprised me more and more, I looked at him in silence for a few seconds and felt inexplicably uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze and the meaning I secretly attributed to his words.

Was I just imagining things? Or did he say that with a double meaning?

Because if he was insinuating something more than the father-son relationship during his stay in Paris, he was daydreaming.

All of this was for Tristan.

- Then, I'll see you in Paris, Mr. Lancaster, if there's nothing else. - I got up from the sofa, after pretending to be polite with Alexander.

Since we had reached an agreement so quickly and without so much fuss, I wasn't going to stay and catch him as if we were best friends, besides, if it wasn't about Tristan and business, there was nothing else we could talk about; or at least that was what I thought, before he got up from his seat and prevented me from taking a single step away from him, when his long fingers delicately wrapped around my arm exposed by my strap dress.

It irritated me every time Alexander held me like that, stopping any movement on my part, couldn't he just say there was more to talk about?

I freed myself from his grip with a jerk and looked at him completely serious, waiting for him to say what he had to say.

His warm gaze stopped at my face and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, it seemed like the words were stuck in his throat. I raised an eyebrow after a while and only then did he clear his throat and speak.

- Sarah, forgive me. - I was stunned by that simple yet powerful word. Forgive him? What does he mean? - I want to make up for the harm I've caused you in the past. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, please, Sarah... Can we at least get along better, without you looking at me as if I were the most despicable being? Do you hate me that much? - His questions seemed completely ridiculous to me. Wasn't Mr. Lancaster the most despicable being?

Wasn't it enough that he slept with Rachel? For whatever reason, he did it, they made me look like a fool so many times. The worst part was that if I hadn't found out back then, he wouldn't even have had the guts to tell me what was going on and end that supposed blackmail and death threat.

Wasn't it enough that he never realized how his family treated me, as if I weren't Mrs. Lancaster, as if I were a maid? Although I preferred not to make a big fuss about it, was he blind enough not to notice? Wasn't that enough?

Didn't that make him the most despicable and repugnant man on the planet?

If it weren't for Tristan, I wouldn't have anything to do with that man, or his family, or his environment, or anything related to his last name.

How could I not hate him? He destroyed me almost four years ago, made me regret leaving everything for him. The only good thing that came out of all this was that three-year-old who became the most important person to me, whom I loved with all my being. -Mr. Lancaster, I have no intention of being good friends, just limit yourself to spending time with Tristan and don't get involved in my affairs. I'm just the mother of your child, don't expect anything more from me, remember that we are happily divorced. The damage has already been done, an 'I'm sorry' won't fix anything.- I responded calmly and indifferently, as if the topic we were discussing wasn't suffocating enough for me.

Alexander's honey-colored eyes turned sad, as if my words hurt him as much as if thousands of pins were piercing his chest, slow and painful.

I almost laughed without grace at the wonderful act the man in front of me was putting on. When did he become such a good actor?

-Happily divorced? Is that how you feel?- He asked softly after glancing at Alexis, who was still playing absentmindedly with Tristan in his wheelchair.

My lips formed a straight line as my expression became neutral.

-Why talk about the past? Will anything change if we continue discussing such an irrelevant topic? I have said enough, but if it makes you feel better. I am perfectly happy now. I responded with my best smile, making it clear that I was happily divorced. Alexander couldn't shake off that expression of pain. His expression was miserable, and I felt no guilt whatsoever for it.

-Now, may I leave? Or is there something else?- I asked, intending to prevent him from stopping me in that way that he had become accustomed to and that I detested so much.

-Nothing more.- He barely replied, enough for me to turn around and walk away from him. But he spoke again when I took two steps.

-Although you didn't ask me. Divorcing you hasn't brought me happiness. Happily divorced? I don't know what it's like to be happy since you left. I regret a lot, not giving you the place you deserved as Mrs. Lancaster, not protecting you in a better way without having to go so far, not being honest in many things. I regret not being even half of what you were. An excellent and admirable wife. So, no, I am not happily divorced.-

A bitter taste filled my mouth and an unpleasant feeling ran through my body upon hearing him say those things in front of everyone, and when I said everyone, I was not only referring to Alexis and Tristan. They were joined by my father, Paul, and Vincent, who heard every word coming out of Alexander's mouth, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I felt my cheeks burning with shame because the last thing I wanted in life was for my family to hear a bunch of lies from my ex-husband and, above all, for him to expose the main reasons that made our marriage a complete failure and the role of submissive fool I played during that time.

I glanced over my shoulder at that lying man and lowered my head to laugh quietly before responding.

-It's a pity you see the glass half empty.- I said with a smile, without even facing him.

Immediately, I resumed my walk towards the kitchen in search of a glass of water, far away from all those men who didn't look away from me, including my own son. There was no doubt that Alexander had no shame whatsoever, what did he intend to achieve by saying all that in front of so many people?

What did he want to achieve by deliberately spitting so many lies?

What game did he plan to play?

The repentant ex-husband? What a nonsense.

If that was the case, I wouldn't mind playing along, in fact, it would be the best therapy to kill the only feelings I had for him. Hatred and resentment.