The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 332:

Then, Alicia’s tone deepened.

“Caden, do you know why I hated you back then?”

She revealed a pain she had long concealed.

“My father never liked me.

Only the highest grades and achievements got his attention.

The year you outshone everyone, he slapped me in front of our entire family.” As she spoke, the memory felt as raw as if it were happening all over again.

She laughed amidst her tears.

“It hurt so much, Caden.

I was his child.

Why couldn’t he love me?”

After that, she returned to school and faced Caden’s cold indifference.

He resented her.

Just like her father, he seemed to dislike her for no apparent reason.

From that point on, the next twelve years of her life were marked by defiance.

Until her parents died, Alicia had never managed to outperform Caden.

After the call, silence followed.

It marked an unspoken conclusion to their troubled relationship.

They parted ways gracefully, without arguments or unresolved feelings.

Caden settled onto the couch, his mind clouded.

He smoked absentmindedly, lost in thought, and stayed in that daze until morning.

Having known the sting of defeat, he understood the dangers of indulgence.

So, he didn’t allow himself to wallow in sadness for long.

He got up, took a shower, and pulled himself out of the struggle.

Next, he bought Christmas gifts and returned to Joy Mansion.

When Ciara saw him, she immediately knew he had a fight with Alicia.

She chose not to press him further and discreetly instructed the maid to prepare his favorite meals.

Even in times of distress, it was important to eat well.

Ciara then mentioned, “Yolanda called today.

She’s still asking about you and Alicia.

She also offered help with any work issues.

Just give her a call if you need anything.”

Caden listened without really paying attention.

Ciara added a warning, “Work is just an excuse.

Don’t get involved with her again.

It took a lot to get rid of them.

Don’t bring trouble back.”

Caden reclined in his chair, his face devoid of emotion.

Ciara moved closer, her tone soft.

“Caden, are you asleep?”

Caden looked up, his voice cold.

“No, what is it?”

“I was speaking to you.

Were you listening?”

“No.

Could you say it again?”

Ciara, surprised, moved to feel his forehead.

“Are you sick?”

Caden dismissed her hand with a slight motion.

“I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“What’s wrong? Haven’t you reconciled with Alicia yet?”

“I don’t think reconciliation is possible.”

A sharp pang of pain struck Caden’s heart.

“It’s definitely over.”

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