Third-Person POV
Aiden was genuinely taken aback by Alexander’s appearance.
The last time he had seen him was when he had called him to check on Alicia after the kidnapping incident.
Back then, Alexander had looked exhausted.
But now...
He looked worse.
Much worse.
His face had become noticeably thinner, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and there was a weariness about him that couldn’t be hidden.
For a moment, Aiden thought about Rosaline’s death.
The old matriarch had just passed away.
Perhaps that was what had reduced him to this state.
Yet something felt off.
Because the look in Alexander’s eyes wasn’t just grief.
It was desperation.
"Are you alright, Alexander?" Aiden asked cautiously.
Alexander seemed to struggle before finally speaking.
"What are you doing here?"
Aiden frowned.
"I’m here for a show."
Then he glanced around.
"But shouldn’t I be asking you that?"
His gaze swept past Alexander as though searching for someone.
"Don’t tell me you left Alicia alone in her condition."
The moment Alicia’s name was mentioned, something shifted in Alexander’s expression.
A bitter laugh escaped him.
"Come on, Aiden."
His voice was cold.
"Stop pretending."
Aiden frowned deeper.
"Pretending?"
"I’m here looking for Alicia."
Alexander’s gaze locked onto him.
"So where is she?"
For a moment, Aiden simply stared.
Completely confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"Didn’t you come here with her?"
The question left Aiden speechless.
His mind froze.
Then his eyes widened.
A horrible realization struck him.
"Alicia is missing?"
The urgency in his voice made Alexander pause.
"Alicia is missing?" Aiden repeated.
This time his voice was lower.
More serious.
He stepped closer.
"Alexander, answer me."
But instead of replying, Alexander narrowed his eyes.
The reaction only made him more suspicious.
"You really are a good actor."
His voice hardened.
"If Alicia is here with you, I suggest you bring her out right now."
Aiden’s expression darkened.
"She’s still my wife."
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then Aiden scoffed.
"Wife?"
There was no amusement in his voice.
"Aren’t you ashamed of calling her that after everything?"
The memory of Alexander publicly standing beside Lilian while Alicia watched quietly, flashed through his mind.
He had never forgotten it.
Neither had the rest of the world.
Their voices weren’t loud, but the tension between them was enough to attract curious glances from nearby tourists.
Aiden ignored them.
His focus remained entirely on Alexander.
"Is Alicia really missing?"
This time there was no sarcasm.
No anger.
Just concern.
Alexander studied him, realising that Aiden might really have no clue about what’s happening.He opened his mouth to answer.
Then stopped.
His gaze dropped briefly.
The silence was enough.
Aiden exhaled slowly.
For the first time, he realized the situation was serious.
Very serious.
Seeing Alexander Blackwood like this was unsettling.
After a moment, Aiden gestured toward a nearby beachside bar shaded by palm leaves.
"Let’s talk over there."
Alexander’s first instinct was to refuse.
The last thing he wanted was to sit down with the man he believed Alicia loved.
But if Alicia wasn’t with Aiden...
Then perhaps he knew something useful.
Anything.
Even the smallest clue would be enough.
Without another word, Alexander followed him.
A few minutes later, they were seated across from each other.
The ocean stretched behind them.
Waves rolled gently onto the shore.
Aiden ordered drinks before turning his attention back to Alexander.
"How long has she been missing?"
"Almost a week."
Aiden’s brows furrowed.
Alexander continued quietly.
"I left her at home taking a nap."
His voice sounded strained.
"When I returned, she was gone."
Aiden remained silent.

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