Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 377

**TITLE: Alpha Novel 377**
**Chapter 377**

Stanley raised his hand instinctively, the relentless sun above casting a blinding glare that made him squint. “I grew up with Polin,” he murmured, his voice barely breaking through the weight of the moment, as if he were sharing a sacred truth. “Back then, I knew her as Polaris. Her mother worked as our family’s maid. They moved into our home, and Polin and I spent our childhood together.” A wave of warmth washed over him, flooding his cheeks with a bittersweet nostalgia, as he diverted his gaze down to the worn-out shoes that had carried him through so many memories. “We were incredibly close, almost like siblings,” he continued, the memories flooding back—sun-drenched days filled with laughter and shared secrets. “Just a few days ago, I ran into Olivia and her parents at the grocery store, and the moment I saw her, I recognized her instantly.”

Yet, he held back the detail that Polin had acted as if she didn’t recognize him. That was a truth he felt was better kept under wraps, far from Alexander’s scrutiny. After all, why burden him with such a painful revelation? Still, there was a strange sense of relief in voicing his past, as if shedding a heavy cloak that had long weighed him down.

Alexander narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting as he processed the implications of Stanley’s revelation. “When you got older, did you and Polin…?” His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken question lingering in the air, thick with tension.

Stanley scrunched his nose at the insinuation, a wave of distaste washing over him. “No. Never. She was like a sister to me. We grew up together, just like siblings do.” The words came out with a firm conviction, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as Alexander.

“Then why would you drive an hour just to see an old friend?” Alexander asked, crossing his arms defensively, his skepticism palpable. “That seems a bit odd, don’t you think?”

A lump formed in Stanley’s throat, the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing down on him like a leaden weight. He hesitated, reluctant to voice the conspiracy that churned within his mind. The last thing he wanted was for Richard and Alexander to think he had lost his grip on reality. The mere thought of Alexander sharing his doubts with his father sent a chill down his spine.

“Come on, you can trust me,” Alexander urged, sensing the hesitation that clouded Stanley’s expression, his tone softening just a touch.

With a resigned sigh, Stanley finally found his voice. “You remember how my late wife was pregnant when she tragically passed away in that car crash?”

Alexander’s expression froze, his eyes widening slightly as the gravity of the moment settled between them. “Yes…?”

“Well, Olivia bears an uncanny resemblance to my late wife. Don’t you think so? You’ve met her,” Stanley said, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear, the words spilling out before he could fully comprehend their weight.

Alexander frowned, skepticism etched across his features, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Just think about it,” Stanley pressed, urgency creeping into his tone. “Olivia doesn’t look like her parents at all, and I knew Polin very well when we were children…” His heart raced, the desperation of his plea hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

Alexander snorted dismissively, shaking his head. “If that’s all the evidence you have, it’s hardly compelling.”

Stanley’s shoulders sagged, the weight of doubt settling heavily upon him. “I know,” he admitted softly, the regret evident in his voice like a bitter aftertaste. “But I have so many regrets from that time in my life. I wasn’t the best husband to my late wife. I was envious of your father for having a son to carry on his legacy.” Guilt churned in his stomach, sour and unrelenting. “I might have said things to my late wife that I deeply regret.”

For a moment, Alexander hesitated, but his jaw tightened with resolve, the lines of his face hardening. “I have to go to work, and so do you. Don’t come back here. You need to stop bothering Olivia and her parents—her real parents. They are good people who don’t deserve to be harassed.” He paused, his expression hardening into something unyielding. “And don’t mention a word of this to my father,” he warned, a sense of urgency coloring his tone, the stakes suddenly higher.

The realization struck Alexander like a bolt of lightning: if Stanley shared his wild theory with his dad, it would only deepen their wariness of Olivia, complicating everything further.

“Let’s go, Richard,” Alexander said, his tone brooking no argument, turning sharply on his heel.

“Wait, Alexander…” Stanley murmured, reaching out in vain for the younger man, but Alexander was already turning away, the distance between them growing with every step, leaving Stanley feeling more isolated than ever.

In the aftermath of Stanley’s heartfelt confession, the air hung heavy with unfulfilled hopes and the weight of past mistakes. His desperate longing for redemption and connection was met with skepticism and dismissal, leaving him feeling more alone than ever. The bond he once shared with Polin, now reduced to a haunting memory, echoed in the silence that followed. As Alexander and Richard walked away, Stanley was left standing alone, grappling with the realization that the truth he sought might never be acknowledged, and the chance for reconciliation with his lost daughter seemed to slip further from his grasp. The emotional chasm between them widened, underscoring the painful reality that some wounds may never heal.

Yet, amid the despair, a flicker of determination ignited within Stanley. The regret that had plagued him for years now transformed into a fierce resolve to uncover the truth, no matter the obstacles. Even as Alexander’s rejection stung, it also fueled his conviction that he must pursue this path, not just for himself, but for the memory of his late wife and the daughter he believed he had lost. With each passing moment, he felt the urgency of his quest intensify, propelling him forward into the unknown. The chapter closed on a note of uncertainty, but within that uncertainty lay the seeds of hope—a hope that one day, he might find the answers he desperately sought and, perhaps, a chance at redemption.

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension thickens, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the emotional turmoil that Stanley faces, fueled by his desperate need for closure and redemption. With Alexander and Richard turning their backs on him, Stanley’s resolve will be tested as he grapples with the haunting memories of his past and the implications of his theory about Olivia. Will he risk everything to uncover the truth, or will he succumb to the weight of doubt and isolation? The stakes are high, and the emotional landscape is fraught with potential heartbreak and revelation. Expect to see Stanley’s journey take an unexpected turn as he confronts his past and the consequences of his choices. As he wrestles with his guilt and the possibility that Olivia might be the daughter he lost, the chapter will explore the lengths a father will go to reclaim what he has lost. Meanwhile, will Alexander’s skepticism evolve into a reluctant curiosity? The dynamics between these three men are set to shift, and secrets long buried may resurface, leading to confrontations that could change their lives forever. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions, as the next chapter unravels the threads of fate that bind them all together.