The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 139

Chapter 139:

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Alice gripped the doorknob tightly as she turned to glare at him, her expression fierce. “Who are you to put an end to this? “I haven’t broken any rules!”

“So why are you leaving?” Caden asked, his voice level. “The contract specifies that you cannot refuse certain requests.”

"But it also requires consent," Alice countered.

“You owe me for what you skipped last night,” he declared. “If you're going to go back on your promise, then don't expect the same thing from me that I got from Randolph yesterday.” His fingers tightened around the doorknob even more, almost creaking under the pressure.

Now it was clear to her: Caden was threatening her.

What was the reason for this sudden change?

“Is this breakfast so important to you?” he asked, his patience wearing thin. “Or are you bothered by my visit to the Yates mansion yesterday?”

His face remained a mask of indifference. “Exactly. “You shouldn’t have gone to the Yates mansion.”

“Why not? The agreement doesn’t require your permission for me to meet up with others or stay out, right?”

"You are free to stay with whoever you want, except Joshua," she stated coldly.

Alice opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. “Remember our purpose here. “I am horrified by your actions.”

Alice choked on her words.

What was the point of explaining it to her? Would he even consider his version? He had already branded her guilty.

His resolve wavered. He began to seriously consider breaking the agreement. With one last look, he opened the door and walked out.

The door closed behind her, the sound echoing through the room, a sharp reminder that Caden had been struck down by his defiance.

He stood there, enduring the cold coming from the hallway, rooted to the spot. His face slowly darkened.

Despite her lack of skills, Alicia's temper was fierce, and thinking about it only made her headache worse. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and headed for the shower. As dawn broke, she felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

Georgia noticed Alicia was missing and, fearing intervention from Joshua or the authorities, decided to go out alone to look for her.

As soon as she left, someone covered her mouth and nose with their hand from behind and dragged her to a dark corner.

A burly man stood before her, his hand firm. “Stay still. I haven't come to hurt you or rob you. “I just want to ask you something.”

Georgia, who was older and easily scared, was shaking uncontrollably.

The man punched her in the face, and she immediately fell silent, her body recoiling in shock. Her mouth filled with blood and some of her teeth loosened. She sank to the ground, clutching her head as her hands shook.

"Who was here last night?" the man asked.

Georgia's mind churned as she carefully considered his words. The man's impatience was palpable. “Speak!” I have barked.

Hesitantly, Georgia muttered, “I don't know…”

“You work for the family and you have no idea?” I have challenged her, his tone sharp and threatening. “Be honest!”

Without warning, he struck her again, knocking out a tooth. Her eyes filled with tears and agony twisted inside her. “A lady of prominent family and Alice…” she gasped in pain.

The man quickly pulled out his phone. “Ma’am, can you hear me?” he asked, holding the phone to her ear.

Lilliana's voice was heard clearly: "What exactly was Alice doing there?"

The man repeated the question to Georgia, who, trying to remain coherent, managed to tell the story. However, she preferred not to implicate her employer, placing all the blame on Alicia.

Lilliana's anger momentarily turned to laughter. Her suspicions were confirmed. "Let her go," she ordered coldly. "Keep a close eye on Alicia from now on and keep me informed."

Meanwhile, Alice, after leaving the apartment, sought refuge in a hotel. Exhausted physically and mentally, she immediately fell asleep, her body yearning for rest.

She slept through the day, plagued by strange and disturbing dreams.

When she woke up, the darkness of the room increased her feeling of tiredness. She felt exhausted, her body aching in places she hadn't noticed before. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her aching, but not crippling, foot.

Intending to invite Monica to dinner, Alicia's plans were interrupted by an incoming call from an unknown number.

He answered, and the voice on the other end was instantly familiar.

"Mrs. Bennett, it's me."

Alicia was caught off guard, but quickly recovered. “Miss Mendoza?”

Gina's soft laugh came through the line. “Let's keep it casual. Call me Gina.”

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