The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

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.

mouth to respond, but he cut her off. “Remember our purpose here. “I

on her

Would he even consider

resolve wavered. He began to seriously consider breaking the agreement. With one last look, he opened

echoing through the room, a sharp

coming from the

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

noticed Alicia was missing and, fearing intervention from Joshua or

she left, someone covered her mouth and nose with their hand from

his hand firm. “Stay still. I haven't come to hurt you

older and easily scared, was shaking

fell silent, her body recoiling in shock. Her mouth filled

here last

his words. The

Georgia muttered, “I don't

family and you have no idea?” I

a tooth. Her eyes filled with tears and agony twisted inside her. “A

phone. “Ma’am, can you hear me?” he asked, holding the phone to

"What exactly

repeated the question to Georgia, who, trying to remain coherent, managed to tell the story. However, she preferred not to implicate her

suspicions were confirmed. "Let her go," she ordered coldly. "Keep a close eye on Alicia from now on and keep