Alexander’s POV
She didn’t even blink.
Not a tear. Not a scream. Not a flicker of jealousy. Just a blank, practiced smile followed by the coldest words I’ve ever heard spill from her lips.
“Is that it for this morning? If you’re done ruining my day, then let me leave.”
She turned. She walked. And she left—like it didn’t matter.
Like I didn’t matter.
I couldn’t stop pacing my study.
The fire crackled in the hearth, and I imagined throwing every piece of furniture into it. The quiet was maddening. My jaw ached from how tightly I’d been clenching it. I was ready to explode.
How could she just… walk away?
Didn’t she care?
After everything that happened—Nova crying, the scandal breaking out in front of my parents, my mother screaming about grandchildren and heirs… she just stood there
