The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 71

Chapter 71:

Alicia took a taxi and went to the beauty salon, wearing a simple and modest outfit. Once inside, she approached the counter and looked over the different beauty packages on offer.

The beautician, who immediately noticed Alicia's refined demeanor, wasted no time and guided her towards the most luxurious options, each one more extravagant than the last. Alicia, however, did not lose sight of her true goal: to meet Rachel Gray, Randolph's wife. With that goal in mind, he chose a package priced at a staggering $100,000, and closed the transaction with a calm smile.

Moments later, his phone rang. It was Joshua.

What did you just buy, he asked.

Alicia smiled sarcastically. Even through a text message, I could sense his irritation. It's funny, she thought, that for a simple $100,000 purchase he was questioning her, but when she emptied millions from her accounts, she didn't even bat an eyelid.

She responded quickly. The fall weather has dried out my skin, so I'm going to get a facial.

Time passed, and as she lay in bed, resting for the night, came his belated response: It's good to prioritize your appearance.

A while later, another message followed, more suggestive than the first: Your period has already started.

Alicia rolled her eyes. , exasperated. Not yet, she replied with disdain.

Then she turned off the phone, not wanting to know anything more about him for that night.

The next morning, knowing Raquel's routine, Alicia went He made sure to position himself strategically. Not long after, Rachel arrived for her usual beauty treatment. Alicia smiled and greeted her cordially.

Raquel stopped and her eyes stopped on Alicia's familiar face. After a moment, he recognized her. Miss Bennett

Alicia outwardly remained calm, but secretly she was surprised that Rachel recognized her.

Rachel, with her impeccably groomed appearance, radiated elegance as she settled into bed. with Alice. What a coincidence, he commented softly. I've never seen you around here.

Alicia smiled, sensing the opportunity she had been waiting for. Plus, Rachel seemed to like him, which was an unexpected bonus.

Mrs. Gray, you have an impressive memory. We've only crossed paths a few times, and yet he's managed to remember me.

Rachel laughed softly, her eyes shining with a touch of warmth. How could I forget Gerry's movie was the talk of the town, and your voice made its theme song unforgettable. I always look at beautiful and talented women like you.

Alicia smiled kindly. "You are very kind, Mrs. Gray.

Are you here alone?" Rachel asked, looking around as if waiting for someone to appear.

Yes.

The expression Rachel's expression changed subtly, as if lost in a fleeting thought. She didn't insist any further, but Alicia sensed the woman's curiosity.

To Alice's surprise, Rachel was much more charming and pleasant than she had imagined, kind in a way that seemed genuine, not forced.< /p>

While finishing their beauty treatments, the two began to get to know each other, turning what seemed like a chance meeting into the beginning of a budding friendship. By the time they were ready to leave, Alicia had already taken the initiative to add Raquel on WhatsApp.

Raquel, now in a private room, carefully changed out of her spa outfit and started putting on her makeup. However, something seemed to bother her today. Maybe it was because he was standing next to a younger face, but he took longer than usual, touching up and examining his reflection with a faint, dissatisfied grimace.

You have plans for later, Mrs. Gray. Alicia asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Rachel smiled elegantly as she put the finishing touches on her lips. Yes, my husband is meeting a very important guest tonight. She invited me to dinner with them.

You must adore your husband.

Rachel's smile faltered slightly as she looked down, her voice softer now. Of course. After all, we have been together for many years. She left the words in suspense, with an air of nostalgia settling between them.

Quickly, Rachel changed her attitude, moving away from the mirror and turning towards Alicia. I feel like something isn't right with my look today. Would you mind taking a look at it and getting some touch-ups done?

Alicia hesitated for a moment before approaching. She examined Rachel's appearance.

Your complexion is beautiful with the white pearls and soft lipstick, Alicia commented thoughtfully. But it seems too… delicate to me. Maybe you should try a bolder contrast, maybe some darker jewelry to balance it out and give it a bolder touch.

Rachel sighed softly. I didn't bring any dark jewelry today.

Alicia's eyes sparkled with an idea.

The salon had just released a new jewelry collection. Without hesitation, Alicia went ahead and bought a set.

Moments later, she returned with an elegant set of dark-colored jewelry: bracelet, necklace, and earrings. With her keen eye for style, she carefully helped Rachel adjust the accessories. The result was surprising. Despite her almost forty years, Rachel's new look retained its elegance and added a touch of daring.

Rachel looked in the mirror and a satisfied smile curved her lips. I must admit it's impressive. Thank you, Ms. Bennett. How much did the jewelry set cost Rachel's tone had become much more relaxed around Alicia. I'll give it back to you.

Alicia shook her head with a soft smile. A new restaurant just opened downtown, he said. Next time, let me take you to lunch, Mrs. Gray. I'm new to the area and would love to get to know it better.

Rachel, however, had a different idea. Why wait until next time Randolph is here; Why don't you join us tonight. Alicia blinked, surprised by the spontaneous invitation.

She hesitated. But Mr. Gray is meeting with a client. It wouldn't be inappropriate for me to accompany you.

Rachel made a dismissive gesture with her hand. It's not so formal. Mr. Ward has important business with the bank, and Randolph thought it would be good to connect with him, so it's more of an informal meeting.

The informal nature of the event alleviated Alicia's concerns, but it was It was the name Rachel mentioned that really piqued her interest.

Mr. Ward asked Alicia, raising her eyebrows curiously.

Yes, Caden Ward, Rachel clarified. He just returned from abroad. You've heard of him, right.

Alicia's heart skipped a beat. What the hell was going on? It seemed like the universe was determined to send Caden to her when she least expected it.

Rachel caught Alicia's brief hesitation and, sensing her discomfort, added, Oh! I almost forgot. You've written songs for Gerry before, haven't you? I remember hearing that. He will be there tonight too. You will have a lot to talk about.

Alicia felt her tension relax. Gerry was a familiar face, and the thought of seeing him again made the idea of ​​joining the dinner that much more appealing.

Meanwhile, Gerry was in the middle of the cocktail party, lazily twirling a glass of came in hand. He was enjoying a good harvest, but his current company was proving less than entertaining.

Looking at Caden, who was engrossed in his laptop despite the social atmosphere, Gerry couldn't help but roll his eyes. You're still recovering from that cold. Why don't you take a break and relax.

Caden leaned back in his chair, seemingly unfazed. It's nothing, he responded with his usual calm, ignoring the worry.

He had always been in good health, so a cold had not worried him at first. But his busy schedule and lack of sleep had taken their toll, leaving him looking paler than usual. This, combined with his reluctance to socialize, only made him seem more distant.

Gerry sighed dramatically. With you there melancholic, no woman is going to come and chat with me. Irritated by Gerry's whining, Caden pulled away slightly, hoping for some peace.

His attempt to escape worked almost too well when a striking woman approached his table.

Gerry, seeing her first, gave a confident smile and began to take out his phone, but, to his dismay, the woman completely ignored him.

Her gaze fell on Caden and, with a sweet smile, you asked: Mr. Ward, can I add you on WhatsApp.

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