The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 22

Chapter 22:

As soon as Caden finished speaking, Gerry's eyes shot open. It took him a few seconds to process that Caden was next to him.

With his eyes wide open, Gerry took off his headphones and, confused, asked: When did you arrive?

Right now, actually.

Caden had arrived late, so Alicia had already finished recording the song. There was no way she was going to play it again just because he had walked in. Not that it mattered, Caden wasn't particularly interested in music. He was there to have fun, nothing more.

But Gerry's reaction was something else entirely. It's exactly what I had imagined; In fact, more than I expected. No wonder I can compete with you for first place. You're very talented, Caden.

Caden studied him, intrigued. Gerry, a man rarely impressed, especially when it came to other artists, seemed unusually enthusiastic.

Ah, yes, replied Caden, in a deliberately indifferent tone. Guess I'm going to lose our bet.

You better prepare that ground for the transfer, Gerry joked with a smug smile as he handed the lyric sheet to Caden. Don't feel too bad about missing the recording session. Here, check out his lyrics instead. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from his lyrics.

Caden took the piece of paper and scanned the page silently. He let out a sigh, raising an eyebrow. I thought your movie was about Transformers fighting zombies. Why the lyrics are so... heartfelt.

What Gerry's mood changed instantly. His bright eyes narrowed, and irritation crept into his tone. Zombies Seriously is a moving science fiction film. I didn't send you a copy You haven't seen it

Oh, I don't watch cartoons, Caden replied nonchalantly.

Cartoons, Gerry snapped indignantly. It's 3D animation! It's not a cartoon. I've spent a fortune.

At that moment, the door creaked and Alicia came out.

Caden looked up and stared. The warm light from the recording booth spilled into the room, casting a soft glow on his face. She looked like an angel.

Alicia discreetly massaged the pain in her waist, with a calm but tired voice. Mr. Hopkins, let's finish for today. If anything comes up, don't hesitate to get in touch, okay.

At this, Gerry looked at his watch.

In fact, I've booked a place at an exclusive restaurant on the roof of the center. Would you like to have dinner with us, Alicia.

She hesitated, a flash of discomfort passing over her features. But declining the invitation wouldn't sit well with his business relationship with Gerry, so he reluctantly agreed.

The restaurant, located in the center of town, was a thirty-minute drive away. Gerry settled into the passenger seat, while Alicia and Caden shared the back seat. Without saying anything to each other, they both gravitated towards their respective windows, the space between them wide enough to park a car.

Gerry, ever the optimist, was already browsing the listings of the best properties. I was looking for photos of expensive and difficult to find properties. Smiling happily, he even showed some to Caden. What do you think of this one

Caden looked at the photos with disdain, his tone cold. Why don't you go after the White House while you're at it

If you can get it, I'll take it, Gerry joked without missing a beat. More photos followed.

Choose one of these, Gerry said, completely at ease.

Caden's lips twisted into a slight mocking smile. Careful. It's not a good idea to count chickens before they hatch.

Alicia moved slightly next to him, and the subtle movement caught Caden's attention. He turned his head, his gaze sharp. She quickly stiffened, pretending to be absorbed in the scenery outside. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially hiding her face. But Caden noticed that her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

He didn't say anything, but his gaze paused for a moment before returning to the conversation.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Caden and Gerry left quickly. Alicia, however, stayed in her seat. Mr. Hopkins, he called with an apologetic smile, go ahead. I need to touch up my makeup.

Gerry, who knew how much women cared about their appearance, simply nodded. There is no rush. When you're ready, tell the concierge to take you up. Use my name.

Thank you.

Caden gave him a brief look before heading to the entrance. Beside him, Gerry strolled nonchalantly, recounting the latest showbiz gossip as if it were nothing.

Out of nowhere, Caden stopped dead.

Wait, I think I'm done. I left my cell phone in the car. Get ahead. I'll catch you up.

Gerry raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, and cast a suspicious glance at the sleek vehicle parked behind them. His eyes narrowed slightly.

What are you up to, scheming behind my back?

Caden barely spared him a second glance, too indifferent to bother responding.

Inside the car, Alicia was in a panic. He was frantically rubbing the blood stain on his pants with a wad of tissues. Menstruation had appeared out of nowhere, completely disconcerting her.

Between her erratic schedule and endless stress, it had been late, and she hadn't given it much thought…until now.

Now, the red stain spread across his pants. Worse, it had soaked Gerry's pristine leather seats, which were worth more than the money he had in the bank.

Each wipe of the handkerchief felt like an account of his dwindling savings. How much was it going to cost?

She had been careful, saving little by little over the last two years, but this This was a disaster.

Just as she was busy cleaning the stain, she The car door opened with a click.

Alicia's heart skipped a beat and she stood still. Looking up, his eyes met Caden's.

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