Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
“It was in the first photo of your album,” Caden admitted. “I saw it there.”
Alicia looked down.
The pictures reminded her of her mother, and each time she touched them, a deep sadness enveloped her.
“Don’t ever call me that again,” she said quietly.
Caden studied her face.
Her eyes were red, and her nose was still swollen. She tried to mask her sadness, but it was impossible to hide-it was so evident on her face. The traces of their earlier passion lingered, but now her expression seemed weighed down with grief.
Caden handed her the agreement. “Sign it.”
Alicia scanned the room for something to write with.
Caden held out his thumb, offering the last bit of ink on it.
She pressed her fingerprint onto the paper.
The mark was faint, and Alicia examined it closely. “This doesn’t count, does it?”
Caden took the agreement back, his expression indifferent. “It doesn’t matter. Who knows? You might want to change it again tomorrow.”
Alicia was left speechless.
She left to change into a new outfit. When she returned, she asked him about the latest developments. “Has Randolph confessed?”
“He has,” Caden replied.
Alicia’s face brightened with delight. “So? What’s the secret?”
Caden didn’t have an answer yet.
Throughout the week, he had used various tactics to corner Randolph, and now, the crucial meeting scheduled for the afternoon would be the final push.
Randolph had a choice: speak up or face dire consequences.
“We’ll find out tonight,” Caden said. After a brief pause, he added, “Anyway, what’s for dinner tonight?”
Alicia had taken charge of cooking during their time together in the apartment.
It seemed he had grown accustomed to sharing meals with her.
Alicia smiled, feeling cheered once more. “What do you feel like eating?”
He gazed into her sparkling eyes, captivated by their brightness. Her rosy complexion gave her an aura of purity and innocence.
“It’s entirely up to you. I’m not picky,” he replied.
Alicia then suggested a few dishes, but an idea struck her. She decided to cancel the dish that included both beef and celery.
Caden raised an eyebrow. “Is that dish not to your taste?”
Without thinking, Alicia replied, “It’s you who doesn’t like it.”
His heart softened slightly at her words. His expression eased into a smile as he continued, “Once the evidence is revealed, Joshua will definitely face consequences. Are you sure you won’t regret this decision?”
Alicia paused, contemplating for a moment, before nodding. “Just a little.”
Caden raised an eyebrow. “Regret what?”
“Not partnering with you sooner,” she answered.
He remained silent for a moment, processing her words. Alicia, curious, asked, “Given how efficient you are, why didn’t you take action earlier?”
“He’s not my target,” Caden replied calmly.
Meanwhile, Randolph and Rachel had arrived at the hotel’s private room. A week had passed, and they now appeared deflated, their former confidence long gone. Alicia’s injury at their home had marked the beginning of their troubles, and the bank encountered significant challenges.
What started as minor issues quickly spiraled into overwhelming problems they could no longer manage. Despite relocating, their finances remained inadequate.
Rachel wept endlessly, her eyes so puffed they were almost unrecognizable. “Randolph, who is behind this?” she asked through tears.
Randolph was livid. “Joshua did this,” he said, his gaze intensifying with every word. “He knows nearly everything I did back then. After the incident, I found out that he had taken the executives out for meals. It was clear he was the one who turned me in.”
One action triggered a cascade of consequences. Randolph faced an investigation, and all his past misdeeds came to light. He was now required to return every cent of the money he had embezzled while serving as the bank manager. Furthermore, he was headed to jail.
In the days that followed, Caden had reached out to him. Today, Randolph gathered his courage, hoping that Caden would lend his support in this final effort.
“Caden isn’t in a much better position,” Rachel said, her voice trembling. “The last time Mrs. Reyes opposed Alicia, he defended her and forced us to endure the backlash from the Reyes family. It’s cruel of him to resort to such tactics.”
Doubt crept into her mind. “Can we really count on him to help us?”
Randolph regretted the negative impression he had made on Caden in the past. “I’m uncertain about his relationship with Alicia, but I understand what he wants,” he replied, his tone shifting. That secret had always been his trump card in emergencies, and now it was time to play it. “He has more than enough money. If he helps me, I’ll reveal something that could destroy Joshua. It’s an irresistible opportunity for him.”
But Rachel still deeply feared Caden, a weight she couldn’t easily shake off. Joshua was despicable, but Caden-he was a different kind of ruthless. If she and Randolph found themselves caught in one of his schemes, the path ahead would be nothing short of treacherous.
“Randolph, can’t we find another way?” she pleaded, gripping his arm tightly, her voice trembling with desperation. “This deal… it’s not worth the risk for us.”
Randolph’s expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. Her tearful pleas grated on his nerves, and he couldn’t help but lash out. “You have no say in this matter!”
In the next instant, he suddenly smacked Rachel, sending her tumbling from her chair. She hit the floor with a soft thud, a muffled groan escaping her lips.
Pain shot through her side, but she bit back any further sound, knowing better than to cry out. Shame burned her cheeks as she slowly picked herself up, grateful there was no one else in the private room to witness her humiliation.
She slowly climbed back into the chair, lowering her gaze, her spirit crushed. She had grown accustomed to submission long ago, and with such serious matters looming, she didn’t dare provoke Randolph any further.
Yet, even as she sat silently, he continued to berate her. “This is all your fault!” he barked.
Rachel’s chest tightened. How could he pin this on her?
“My fault?” she repeated incredulously, her voice a mix of hurt and disbelief. “I didn’t do anything!”
Randolph’s sneer cut through her like a knife. “If you hadn’t picked that fight with Alicia, none of this would’ve spiraled out of control.”
“Randolph!” Rachel’s voice rose with a spark of defiance, her frustration boiling over. “You were the one who said you couldn’t stand Alicia and wanted to teach her a lesson! I tried to stop you, but you wouldn’t listen. Now that things have blown up, you’re putting the blame on me.”
“I told you to teach her a lesson, yes,” Randolph growled, his eyes narrowing. “But why did you have to involve Joshua?”
Rachel’s gaze faltered, flickering with guilt.
He had told Joshua, thinking it would humiliate Alicia further. Given Alicia and Joshua’s bitter divorce, she thought he would take pleasure in her suffering. But instead, Joshua still harbored feelings for Alicia, and his anger turned on Randolph, avenging his ex-wife.
Her plan had backfired spectacularly.
Yet, despite the outcome, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being wronged. “I did it for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I never wanted things to turn out this way. I’m upset too, Randolph. Why can’t you see that?”
Randolph’s snort was filled with disdain. “You’re useless. All these other men-at least their wives stand by them. And what do I have? A fucking liability of a wife!”
Rachel felt utterly humiliated, her cheeks burning as if they had been slapped by invisible hands. Her family wasn’t poor, but in recent years, their fortunes had dwindled. The stability they once enjoyed had crumbled beneath them like loose stones. Without the safety net of a powerful alliance, she lived in constant fear of being belittled by the imposing Gray family.
For years, she had swallowed every insult, every patronizing glance, trying to keep her composure. But tonight, something inside her snapped; she couldn’t bear it anymore. Bolting from the room, she covered her face with trembling hands, but her burst of impulsive courage faded almost as quickly as it had come.
Once outside the hotel, the biting cold wind cut through her, sobering her completely. The thought of the Gray family’s downfall filled her with dread. The judgment of those high-society women-those well-manicured vultures-would be swift and merciless.
For so long, she had basked in the glow of attention, smiling through the sting of their snide remarks. To lose her dignity now would be unbearable, like stripping away the very fabric that held her together. Without it, she felt like she might as well end her miserable existence on this earth.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she swallowed them down, burying her grievances deep inside. Her mind raced, already formulating a plan to help Randolph claw his way back from the edge.
Joshua’s relentless attacks were because of Alicia. Perhaps, if she could make amends with her, it would open another path forward.
As she hailed a taxi, she failed to notice Caden’s black car pulling into the hotel entrance.
He caught a glimpse of her departure but felt no sympathy-Rachel was little more than a fleeting inconvenience in his world. With a dismissive glance, he continued on his way.
Inside the dimly lit private room, Randolph’s frustration hung in the air like thick smoke. He raised his glass to Caden twice in quick succession, his shaky hands betraying his desperation.
This wasn’t just a toast-it was a plea for help, a final grasp at whatever dignity he had left. Then, with bitter venom in his voice, Randolph cursed Joshua’s name.
“I helped him so much back then,” Randolph spat, his eyes gleaming with indignation. “And now, I’ve fallen right into his trap! I never thought he’d turn on me like this.”
Caden took a slow, measured sip of his wine, remaining unmoved. Joshua had struck the first blow, setting off the chain of events that led to Randolph’s slow collapse.
But Caden knew the truth-Joshua’s actions had only cracked the surface. It was Caden himself who had dealt the fatal blow to Randolph’s finances, silently dismantling his empire from within. Randolph had no idea who the real mastermind behind his downfall was, still thinking that Joshua was to blame for everything.
“Three hundred million dollars?” Caden mused, casually setting his glass down. “That’s loose change for me. But tell me, Mr. Gray, what will you offer to prove you’re serious about this deal?”
Randolph’s eyes flashed with desperation, bloodshot from sleepless nights and endless scheming. With trembling hands, he reached into his coat pocket and produced a worn document, the edges slightly frayed. He slid it across the table to Caden.
“This… this is Joshua’s secret,” Randolph said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He leaned in, eager to fan the flames of Caden’s well-known grudge against Joshua. “Mr. Ward, use it however you see fit.”
Caden took the document, rubbing his thumb across its surface. With a smirk, he tucked the document away. Randolph, knowing the deal was sealed, exhaled deeply. A weight finally lifted off his chest.
For the first time in days, he could eat with ease, savoring each bite as though it were the first proper meal he’d had in an eternity.
His eyes drifted across the table and landed on Caden, who sat motionless, barely touching his plate. A flicker of curiosity crossed Randolph’s mind. “Mr. Ward,” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, “Do you not like the food?”
Caden chuckled softly, a mischievous grin curling at the corners of his lips. “I’m saving my appetite for something a bit more… special later.”
Meanwhile, Rachel’s frustration grew as she repeatedly dialed Alicia’s number, only for the calls to go unanswered. Determined, she set her jaw and took a cab straight to the Yates Mansion. With the Yates family involved, she was certain Alicia wouldn’t ignore her in person.
As luck would have it, Joshua was home that day.