His shamelessness hit me like a punch, and I couldn’t hold back—I slapped him hard. "I’m not worth it, right? You should find someone better. The divorce papers are on the way. Sign them."
I yanked my arm free, signaling the guards my father had left to protect me. Alexander glanced at them warily and stepped back. As I walked away, I heard him yell, "If you leave now, don’t expect me to take you back!"
Come back? Not a chance. In fact, I should thank him. This whole mess made me realize how much better off I am without him.
For weeks, Alexander still hadn't signed the divorce papers. It wasn’t until my father threatened him that he finally texted me.
[I'll come by tomorrow, make Sebastian and the others apologize. Stop overreacting. I'm tired of this. Don’t make me choose between you and Colleen.]
[Look, I said I'd distance myself, but she's pregnant and needs help. You know her husband's not around.]
As always, Alexander pretended to be torn, but his actions spoke louder than his words. He consistently chose Colleen. We'd had this argument countless times. He always found an excuse—claiming he stayed close to her for the benefit of her Mafia family, that without her connections, his family's business would collapse.
Same story, different day.
When Alexander noticed I hadn't replied, he called me right away. "Darling, I’ve booked a restaurant for everyone to apologize. Please don’t make a scene."
I replied casually, "Is Colleen coming?"
"Of course," he said. "So, how about it?"
"Fine," I answered. "But if they want to apologize, it better be sincere, not just for show."
"I know. I've already told them." He paused, his hesitation evident. "Should I drive you tomorrow?"
"No need," I countered. "It’s better to handle this separately."
Alexander hesitated, clearly wanting to argue, but sensing my resolve, he reluctantly accepted my decision.
The next day, I arrived late to find Alexander and his friends waiting, dissatisfaction etched on their faces. Wasting no time, I slapped the divorce papers into Alexander's hands before he could voice a complaint.
His shock was palpable as he read the documents, his face flushing with anger. "I told you they'd apologize! Why are you still bringing this up?"
Colleen, seated beside him, was in tears as she tried to soothe him. "It's my fault! If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have had a miscarriage, and you wouldn't be divorcing!"