He ran from the past...until losing her wasn’t an option.
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Alex’s POV
I sat in the driver’s seat, unmoving. The engine ticked softly beneath me, but I felt frozen. I had rehearsed a dozen versions of what to say. None of them sounded right. Not after I left her like that.
Half an hour passed before I finally stepped out of the car. My palms were damp. My suit felt too tight. And when I walked past the maids, they all turned—startled, peering at my disheveled state.
“Where is my wife?” I asked.
The nearest maid jolted. “Y-Your room, sir.”
I gave her a look that made her pale further and moved on without another word.
It wasn’t just the files I left behind at the office. That was the excuse I’d fed myself. But the truth was heavier. I needed to see her. Needed to know she was okay
