The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! by H. Dally

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Kris sat in the darkness of his penthouse, the only light coming from the dim streetlights outside and the occasional flicker from the TV he hadn't bothered to turn on.

He held a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, his fingers gripping the neck tightly like it was a neck he wanted to squeeze. Who's neck? He wasn't sure.

The bottle clinked against the glass table as he set it down and leaned back, eyes heavy but wide open. The doorbell rang.

He glared at the door, his jaw tightening. Whoever it was could turn right back around and leave. He

wasn't in the mood for visitors-especially not the fake-friendly neighbours who had come earlier, offering their "sympathies" when he knew they were only there to get some scoop to leak to the press.

He'd kicked them out, and then he'd turned off his phone to stop the endless flood of calls coming from acquaintances and business partners.

The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. Kris's irritation flared. Whoever it was clearly didn't know how to take a hint.

"Go away," he muttered under his breath, though he knew they couldn't hear him.

But the ringing continued.

Gritting his teeth, he stood, dragging his feet toward the door. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the weight of his emotions made each step feel like a struggle.

When he finally reached the door, he yanked it open with more force than necessary, ready to snap at whoever had the nerve to disturb him.

His anger ebbed slightly when he saw it was Alden standing there.

eyebrow. "Is that disappointment or relief I see

and walked into

took that as an invitation and stepped

drunk," Alden observed, his eyes sweeping over the bottle of whiskey on

scattered around,

scoffed, dropping onto the couch. "Your

stood in the middle of the room. "I came to

Kris snorted. "I'm not

"Don't even joke about that,

picking up the bottle and pouring another drink. "How

like the guy with the worst mother

down on the couch across from him, watching him carefully. "I can understand how

raw emotion. He downed the whiskey and slammed the glass down on the table. "Your mom is a sweet angel who wouldn't hurt a fly. My mother? She's a murderer. She killed her own grandchild, Alden. My child.

Alden. And I defended her. I defended that woman! It's my fault. It's all my

"Don't say that, Kris. It's

I'd just believed her... if I hadn't been so stupid...

for the first time, Alden saw the tears shining in Kris's eyes. He wanted to say something, to tell him he wasn't to blame, but

for a while, the only sound in the room being the ticking of the clock on the wall and the

eternity, Alden spoke again. "Have

his expression filled with fury. "Why the hell would I

inside you right now. You need to vent. To get it out. Otherwise, it's going

after everything made his blood boil. Alden glanced at his watch and sighed. "I'd stay and drink with you, but I've got a date with Luisa." Kris

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