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 on your face? I

just turned his back and walked into the living room, leaving the door open behind

an invitation and stepped inside, closing the door behind

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

scattered around, and Kris's disheveled

the couch.

arms as he stood in the middle of the room. "I came to

worry," Kris snorted.

expression hardened. "Don't even joke about

picking up the bottle and pouring another drink. "How am I doing?" he repeated

like the guy with the worst mother in

on the couch across from him, watching him carefully.

My mother? She's a murderer. She killed her own grandchild, Alden. My child. And apparently, she's

killed my unborn child, Alden. And I defended her. I defended that woman! It's my

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

night. If I'd just believed her... if I hadn't been so stupid... my mother's goon wouldn't have found her on the street. He wouldn't have beaten her.

and 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 he knew it wouldn't make a difference. Kris was drowning in guilt, and

sat in silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the ticking of the clock on the

eternity, Alden spoke again. "Have you

filled with fury. "Why the hell

lot of anger inside you right now. You need to vent. To

he didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. The idea of seeing his mother, of facing her 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

the man standing in front of her