The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 203

Chapter 203:

Alicia's stubbornness exceeded Caden's expectations. He scoffed. You can't even guarantee your own safety, and yet you worry about trivialities.

If I can't live, so be it, Alice replied, her voice hoarse as she clutched the blanket tightly. What's the point of living if I'm always under someone's control?

She turned around, unable to contain the tears that burned her cheeks and fell onto his arm. Embarrassed, she pushed him away.

Caden made no move to touch her again, and a heavy silence settled between them.

After a pause, he broke the silence coldly. . Alicia, your feelings are too cheap. What do you see in me

Alicia's complexion paled. Maybe, she whispered, contemplating his constant emotional turmoil even after a disastrous marriage. I had come to believe that if something went wrong, it was not the fault of the ingredients, but of the cooks.

In this era, wearing your heart on your sleeve was foolish.

Caden, if you expect me to be up to you, prove you can handle me, he said flatly. If not, it's better that we go our separate ways.

If I really tried, you could handle it. Caden snapped.

You're just looking for a bed partner, she replied. You don't feel anything for me. What's the point of all this talk? Do you care if I can't stand it?

Caden's expression darkened, storm clouds gathering in his eyes.

Losing his patience, he threw He pulled aside the blanket and got out of bed. You're planning on opening a gallery, right? I've gotten someone to set it up. As soon as the paperwork is ready, talk to Gerry.

Alicia's throat tightened at his icy tone.

No.

Whether you like it or not, now it's your turn to manage it. I have reaped the benefits these past few months, and that is your compensation, he declared, standing tall.

His silhouette merged with the light, leaving behind a chilling impression.

When you Go tomorrow, don't forget your stupid dog, he added coldly. Alicia froze.

She had made her position clear. They were about to become strangers.

His mention of the gallery seemed to erase all traces of their recent history, leaving no room for reconciliation.

Alicia tensed slightly as she heard the door close behind him. He paused to collect himself and picked up the phone to call the movers. Shortly after, he began packing his belongings.

In the living room, Caden sat smoking. He watched her in silence, with an unreadable expression. She made no move to intervene.

Alicia had only been here a few months. Her days had been filled with shared meals and intimacy, but she had very little to show for her time here. After packing, including some of Cade's things, all of her belongings barely filled a suitcase.

Despite feeling weak, Alicia pulled herself together, determined not to show any vulnerability. His hands shook as he prepared to leave with his suitcase.

Caden noticed his effort to maintain his composure, and it only fueled his irritation. She took a deep drag on her cigarette, the smoke harsh in her throat.

Would it really be so bad to stay one more night, she asked.

Alicia turned her back on him and felt a wave of resentment. I don't want to get in the way.

The movers arrived downstairs right away. The driver called impatiently: Why haven't you gotten off yet? It's freezing cold.

Wait a minute, I'll be right there, Alicia answered in a low voice.

When the driver realized that it was a woman, his tone softened. She needs help with her things.

No, there's no need, Alicia answered.

Cradling Cade in one arm and holding her suitcase in the other, she left the apartment.

Caden forcefully stubbed out his cigarette, extinguishing the ember.

The cigarette went out, but the emotional turmoil inside him only intensified.

Alicia understood well. to Caden. I knew he was serious that night. He was not one to beg or plead. He had tolerated the situation for a while before reaching his breaking point. Resolved, Alicia decided to cut all ties with him. The hotel he had originally booked seemed unsafe, so he decided to change to another one. Lying in bed, thoughts of Caden invaded her mind.

Her heart ached, her nose tingled, and silent tears ran down her face. Joshua, who had been a part of her life for years, gave her feelings of gratitude and guilt, but they paled in comparison to the pain Caden had caused her. Thinking about Caden was like an endless downpour that chilled her heart relentlessly. She stayed up all night.

When the alarm clock rang at dawn, Alicia mechanically turned it off and got up to get ready for the day. He had slept poorly and his stomach hurt, but he couldn't miss work.

As he left the bathroom, his phone rang unexpectedly: it was Caden.

Hesitantly, he answered but remained silent. .

Caden spoke indifferently. You left something in the wardrobe.

Leaning weakly on the table, Alicia listened as he reminded her of the clothes, jewelry and bags she had bought, none of which she had used.

I haven't opened any. Do with them what you want.

I'll get rid of everything, he said coldly, and his voice gave her a chill.

He ended the call abruptly.

Clinging to her phone, Alicia was overwhelmed by memories of shopping with Caden, feeling a numb sense of loss.

Lost in thought, she regained her composure and took a painkiller to ease her pain. discomfort.

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