Chapter 3
Items lay scattered across the floor as Alexandra collapsed onto the carpet, her gaze vacant as it lingered on the ceiling above. Her heartache intensified as she realized all her efforts had been for nothing.
The marriage she had once cherished as sweet as honey was, in Kayce’s eyes, merely a cage that confined him. Her nose tingled with the onset of tears, which soon flowed uncontrollably. She wasn’t sure how long she cried before she eventually dozed off right there in the living room.
The warm morning sun roused her, casting a gentle glow on her face. As she stretched and yawned, her phone buzzed incessantly. Picking it up, she saw several photos sent by Shelby, the private detective she had hired.
The previous day, Kayce and Chelsea had arrived at the Alps and booked a room together. The photos showed them hand in hand, entering the hotel room, and another shot captured their faces as they left the following morning.
Chelsea’s neck bore faint marks, suggesting an intimate night. Inside, Alexandra chuckled bitterly. Kayce’s supposed “good friend” was evidently much more than that-someone with whom he could share a bed and hold hands. At that moment, Alexandra was no longer sure whether she was his wife or if Chelsea held that place in his heart.
She grabbed a glass of milk from the fridge and warmed it briefly in the microwave. While waiting, she watched more of the video. It appeared to be taken from a distance, making the faces unclear, almost as if blurred. Yet, it was still obvious what Kayce and Chelsea were doing in the hotel room.
Alexandra’s fingers trembled against the milk glass, her chest tightening with emotion. Was love just an act? Despite his good treatment of her, Kayce seemed perfectly comfortable pursuing affairs.
Several more clips showed them having breakfast at the hotel. Chelsea sat on Kayce’s lap, playfully feeding him scrambled eggs. “How do you feel being with me? Happier, right?” she teased.
“Alexandra, that spoiled princess, only knows how to whine and put on a show.” Kayce swallowed the egg, his hand casually resting on Chelsea’s thigh, nodding in agreement. “She’s really too much, always needing me to appease her. I’m exhausted by it.”
“Being with you is a breath of fresh air. No need to walk on eggshells-it’s such a relief!” His words made Alexandra feel nauseated. How blind she had been to ever fall for him!
In the early days of their courtship, he attended to every detail. He worried she’d burn herself on hot coffee, choke while eating, or trip while walking. Now, he accused her of being demanding and tiresome.
After breakfast, Alexandra went straight to Jazmine to draft a divorce agreement. She wanted to sever ties with Kayce immediately. The Morris Group’s heir ceremony could also be pushed forward. Since he was so eager for freedom, she wouldn’t let her identity cage him any longer.
Once the news broke, the media scrambled to report it. Online discussions erupted, speculating about who would inherit the Morris Group. Kayce and Chelsea
soon heard the news.
Chelsea angrily called Alexandra, demanding, “Why did you move the heir ceremony forward?”
Raising an eyebrow, Alexandra retorted icily, “Since when are the Morris family affairs any of your concern?”
Chelsea was left speechless, fumbling for words. After a long silence, she stammered, “I-I’m asking as a friend, on behalf of Kayce.”
“You know he’s away on business, and with the ceremony moved up, how can he possibly make it back?”
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