ALEXANDER'S POV
All through that night, my heart hurt. I felt like a sharp pain as though a knife had been pierced through it. I tossed on my bed, wishing for sleep, but it was far away.
My mind raced with a million thoughts. What was he doing with her now? Why would he call her sweetheart? Are they sharing the same room?
I reached for my phone and started typing a message. "Hey Rubby, you might not understand now, but the man with you isn't who you think he is. Please come back, I miss you."
My finger hovered over the send button as I debated whether to send it or not. Finally, the latter won, and I cleared the whole message.
Morning took forever, but when it finally came, I made the most of it, and soon, I was seated in my office despite the murmurs coming from my staff.
Hours lat
