The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 351:

It was the fear—the raw panic that gripped him when he saw that scene in the office.

Alicia cared about him, and the thought of losing such a caring person terrified him.

If that care disappeared, if Alicia’s love for him faded away… what would he be left with?

No matter what, he couldn’t let that happen.

Caden knew he had to do whatever it took to keep Alicia.

His eyes hardened as he pressed down on the accelerator, gripping the wheel tightly.

He knew where Alicia lived, and he sped toward her apartment.

When he arrived, he looked up at her window— but it was dark.

Obviously, she wasn’t home yet.

Beside him, Ciara shifted uncomfortably, her queasiness worsening from the speeding.

“You’d better go make amends yourself,” she said with a sigh, her annoyance now overtaken by nausea.

“I need to get home before I hurl.”

“I’ll have Jasmine come pick you up,” Caden offered.

Ciara nodded, her expression softening slightly.

“Go upstairs and check on her,” she urged.

“And remember, communication is key.”

Caden gave a stiff nod, his posture rigid.

Seeing how tense he was, Ciara sighed inwardly.

Comforting women clearly wasn’t his strong suit.

She added bluntly, “Be sincere, Caden.

Keep your attitude in check.

And if it comes to it, kneel and apologize.”

Caden’s frown deepened, disbelief flickering across his face.

Ciara raised an eyebrow, undeterred.

“What’s wrong with kneeling? Your grandfather was a general, and even he knelt in front of me when he needed to apologize.”

Caden’s expression tightened, then he deflected.

“I’ll call Jasmine to take you home first.”

Alicia had no idea Caden was looking for her.

She needed space, somewhere to breathe.

So, she sought solace in a dimly lit bar.

She didn’t drink, but there was something comforting about the noise around her—the laughter, the clinking glasses, the carefree energy of the young crowd.

The bar buzzed with youth and vitality, every laugh and flirtation infused with a raw, fleeting sincerity.

Watching them made her think of the early days with Caden—intense, impulsive, and fresh.

At the time, it had felt like love—something profound and consuming.

A faint smile tugged at her lips, but it was bitter, like the aftertaste of a memory turned sour.

How could she have mistaken it for love? How naive! It had only been desire, a brief flare of passion that had fooled her.

And tonight, with his cold, decisive actions, he had shattered any illusion she had left.

He didn’t like her—not one bit.

A soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips as she stared down at her glass of water.

As the night wore on, the crowd shifted, people coming and going, and the bar slowly began to thin out.

Realizing how late it had gotten, Alicia sighed, settled her bill, and stepped outside.

The crisp night air hit her, carrying the scent of rain.

She pulled her coat tighter around her when she noticed him—Caden.

He stood there, hands buried in his pockets, his coat billowing slightly in the wind.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, unyielding, as though he’d been waiting there for her all along.

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