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.

or relief I see on

into the living room, leaving the

took that as an invitation and stepped inside, closing the

over the bottle of

scattered around, and

scoffed, dropping onto the couch. "Your observation skills

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

worry," Kris snorted.

"Don't even joke about

another drink. "How am I

worst

sat down on the couch across from him, watching

laced with 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. And apparently, she's involved in drug and human trafficking too." His voice broke,

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

his tone firm. "Don't

of the damn night. If I'd just

broke on the last word, 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 no words could

silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional clink of the whiskey bottle as Kris

like an eternity, Alden spoke again. "Have you gone to

with fury. "Why

have a lot of anger inside you right now. You

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

did you find?" Linda Miller asked the man standing in front of her