Chapter 3: Caught Red-handed
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“Yes, a thousand times! He is richer and more handsome than you. How can you expect me to stay faithful when you can’t even take care of me?” Rachel shouted, her anger boiling over.
“Oh baby, don’t waste your strength on him,” Michael said, moving closer to Rachel and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Hey man, do you want the money or not?” Michael asked, turning his attention back to Alex.
“Keep your filthy money,” Alex replied fiercely as he stormed out.
“Just don’t tell my parents,” Rachel called after him. “What a fool,” Rachel muttered, watching him leave.
“Don’t mind him; he doesn’t know what’s good for him,” Michael said dismissively.
Feeling utterly betrayed, Alex walked home in a fury, grappling with the pain of his wife’s betrayal.
********That Night********
“Hey, Alex! Are you stupid? Where’s dinner?” Danielle asked angrily as she came home to find the dining table empty.
She marched upstairs, cursing at Alex and banging on the door.
“What’s all the noise about?” Rachel exclaimed as she walked in, having just returned from work.
The first thing she noticed was her mother throwing a tantrum.
Alex emerged from the room, which he had locked.
“So you were home all along! You’re so cruel, leaving an old woman like me to yell. It’s like you want me dead!” Danielle vented her frustration.
“Look at what he’s doing, Rachel! He doesn’t bring home any money, and now he wants to starve me to death!”
“Hey, Alex, I was looking for you. Here are the divorce papers,” Rachel said, shocking everyone in the room.
“Okay,” Alex replied, taking the papers. He quickly signed them and handed them back to her.
“What’s happening?” Danielle asked, confusion etched on her face.
“We are divorcing,” Rachel stated coldly, her expression firm.
Seeing her determination, Alex realized that she had made up her mind long ago.
“You will regret this decision,” Alex said, walking out of the house.
“Rachel, explain to me what is going on!” Danielle yelled angrily.
“I said it, Mom! We are divorcing!” Rachel snapped back.
“What do you think your father will do if he finds out?” Danielle exclaimed, grabbing Rachel’s arms with worry.
“Mom, I don’t care what Dad thinks. It’s my life, and no one will boss me around. Just help me lie to him when he comes home. Give him a reason,” Rachel said, heading to her room.
Alex stormed out of the house, aimless and lost. He wanted nothing more than to escape and was filled with despair.
He had nowhere to go and thought it might be easier to just end it all than to return home.
As he wandered, he saw a black limousine pull up beside him. He quickened his pace, but the car stopped in front of him.
A familiar face emerged from the vehicle, a middle-aged man, dressed impeccably in a tuxedo.
“Good evening, Young Master,” the man greeted with a polite smile.
Not wanting to engage, Alex turned away and continued walking.
The middle-aged man didn’t seem bothered; he followed closely behind.
“Please, Young Master, listen to me,” he urged, catching up to Alex.
“What do you want, Old Man Cole?” Alex asked, his anger simmering.
“Please, Young Master, Master Wilson regrets his decision and wants you back. We’ve been searching for you for over a year, and we finally found you,” Old Man Cole explained.
“You’re too late,” Alex replied, tears welling in his eyes.
“Please, Young Master, Mr. Wilson truly regrets what happened and wants to reconcile,” Old Man Cole insisted.
“He’s trying to emotionally manipulate me,” Alex said as he stopped and turned around.
A guilty smile spread across Old Man Cole’s face. “You still have sharp judgment. But Mr. Wilson is on his deathbed and wants to see you one last time,” he added.
Old Man Cole had been more than just a butler; he had raised Alex while he was growing up. Mr. Wilson, Alex’s father, had sent him to find his son.
“Young Master, I promise, if you come home, you will inherit all the Wilson property and assets,” Old Man Cole urged.
“If he thinks he can bribe me with money, tell him he’s joking,” Alex shot back.
“Even if you don’t want it for yourself, can you at least fulfill his last wish of seeing you?” Old Man Cole asked gently.
“Do it for me,” he added, his tone sincere.
As much as Alex wanted to share the pain he had suffered since being kidnapped, he held back his feelings.
“Thank you, Young Master,” Old Man Cole said with a slight smile.
Old Man Cole had worked for the Wilson family for over 35 years.
Alex climbed into the luxurious limousine.
“Take us to the hospital,” Old Man Cole instructed the driver, a bulky man in the front seat.
“Okay, sir,” the driver replied in a deep voice as he started the engine.
****** Flashback ******
In a dark, abandoned house, a little boy sat on the floor, hands tied and blindfolded. He was surrounded by men who made him too afraid to breathe loudly.
“Shhh,” one man said, lighting a cigarette. The little boy coughed, irritated by the smoke.
“Hey, there's a child here,” another man said, snatching the cigarette and squashing it underfoot.
“His father should have known his son was missing. We should give him a call now,” one of the men suggested, and the rest agreed.
They dialed a number, which quickly connected.
“Good day, Mr. Wilson,” they greeted with mocking laughter.
“Who is this?” the voice on the other end demanded.
“We’re the ones who took your son,” the man replied, holding the phone tightly.
“You’ll regret this! Release my son right now, or I will make your life a living hell!” Mr. Wilson shouted, his wife beside him, sweating with fear.
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