Third person POV
Alexander stood frozen where Alicia had left him.
The warmth lingering in his empty arms slowly faded, leaving behind an unfamiliar emptiness.
His eyes remained fixed on Alicia’s determined retreating figure until she disappeared completely at the top of the stairs.
The house suddenly felt unbearably quiet.
For the first time
He realized she truly wanted to leave.
And no matter what he said, she no longer seemed willing to stay.
He had finally just realized how deeply she had rooted herself into his life.
And now she wants to leave.
A strange heaviness settled in his chest.
He couldn’t understand it.
He had already clarified the rumors publicly.
He had offered to distance Lilian.
He had even begged her to stay.
So why was Alicia still insisting on divorce?
Was it really because of Aiden?
The thought made his expression darken unconsciously.
But deep down, he knew—
That answer didn’t feel entirely right.
Somewhere along the way, things between them had quietly changed beyond his control.
And for the first time in years, Alexander realized he could no longer read Alicia at all.
The feeling unsettled him more than he expected.
After standing there for a long time, he finally lowered his eyes and turned toward the door.
The cold night air greeted him as he stepped outside.
Yet the frustration and emptiness in his chest only grew heavier.
For the first time in a very long while
Alexander Blackwood felt completely lost.
Alexander got into his car and drove away from The Estates alone.
...
When Raphael pushed open the door to the private room, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Especially when he saw Alexander sitting alone on the sofa, surrounded by several empty bottles.
Raphael quietly closed the door behind him and walked toward the table.
His gaze swept over the alcohol before settling on Alexander.
"Did you fight with Alicia?" he asked instinctively.
It was the only reason he could think of that would make Alexander look like this.
Alexander didn’t answer.
Instead, he lazily leaned forward, poured himself another glass, and swallowed it in one go.
Seeing him reach for the bottle again, Raphael quickly snatched it away.
Alexander reacted half a beat too slowly from the alcohol.
He slowly lifted his head and looked at Raphael before extending his hand.
"Give it back."
"I’m not interested in sitting here watching you drink yourself unconscious," Raphael said coldly. "If that’s all you called me here for, I’m leaving."
Alexander froze.
His outstretched hand slowly dropped onto his knee.
Then his body sank heavily into the sofa as though all the strength had drained out of him.
He leaned back with his eyes half-closed, trying to hide the emotions buried beneath them.
But the exhaustion under his eyes was impossible to conceal.
After a long silence, he suddenly muttered—
"She wants a divorce."
Raphael paused briefly.
But there was no surprise on his face.
He simply placed the bottle aside and sat down across from him.
"I figured."
Alexander’s eyes opened slightly as he looked over.
Raphael sighed quietly.
"At the last gathering—the one where you forced Micheal to apologize to Alicia..."
He paused.
"Only you and Micheal thought the matter had passed."
"Alicia’s expression back then was already wrong."
Alexander’s brows tightened slightly.
"She looked calm," Raphael continued. "Too calm."
"Like she didn’t care anymore."
Alexander froze again.
His mind unconsciously drifted back to that night.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t clearly remember Alicia’s expression anymore.
Raphael looked at him seriously.
"You always said Alicia was sensible. That she knew how to compromise and endure things quietly."
"And that’s true."
"But people like her are the hardest to stop once they finally give up."

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