The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 21:

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Joshua's expression froze and a chill ran through him.

The mistress he had once boasted about with pride now felt like a bitter burden, a source of humiliation every time Alice spoke her name.

When the call connected, Alice hung up quickly, without losing her composure.

“I know how hard you’ve worked to rise in the Green family,” he said quietly. “It would be a real shame to ruin all that for a simple meal, don't you think?”

Joshua stood there speechless, his mind clouded with confusion. What the hell was happening to him?

Alicia had always been a mere stepping stone on his path, just like Lilliana.

Alicia turned her back on him, as if he didn't matter to her anymore. "We're divorced, Joshua. Let's stay away from each other. You can show yourself outside."

Her rejection, though expected, hit him like a ton of bricks. He froze, watching her retreating figure.

Suddenly, a burning question escaped her lips. “Has Caden slept with you?”

Alicia didn't even look back. "You have no right to pry into my personal life."From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Alicia, we may be divorced, but Caden is not someone you should be getting involved with. Do you understand?” His voice was calm, but the warning in it was unmistakable.

Unfazed, Alice continued towards the door. She paused briefly to lean against it, her body slightly relaxed, though tension still marked her face.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned the knob and entered, closing the door behind him with a firm click.

Alicia took out her phone and started buying some things online. Meanwhile, in Caden's office…

Hank stood next to Caden, methodically reporting the significant events of the day.

“Lilliana’s team has bought all the trending hashtags; “they’ve been pushing Gerry’s new film score, claiming it’s going to be amazing.” Caden's voice remained flat, revealing little emotion. “They seem confident. Any news from Gerry?”

Hank shook his head. “Nothing yet. The Green family has spared no expense and has hired big names to support Lilliana. “They will even make a personal appearance at the movie premiere to support her.”

A playful glint flashed in Caden's deep eyes. “He's making such a fuss over an ordinary song, don't you think?”

«I'd say Mr. Joshua Yates isn't too thrilled with the situation. Lilliana works for us now, her success ensures us profits. I bet Mr. Yates is smoking because all his hard work is lining our pockets instead.»

Caden, however, remained expressionless, his gaze unreadable.

At the mention of Joshua, Hank suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, and by the way, Mr. Ward, Mr. Joshua Yates was caught sneaking out of Ms. Bennett’s house by a paparazzo earlier today.”

Caden's eyebrows rose slightly, a spark of interest flickering briefly in his cold eyes. “Old flames rekindling?”

“Hard to say,” Hank replied cautiously, as if walking on eggshells. “But I doubt Miss Bennett is that naive.”

Caden snorted.

The naive Alice he knew was not made for mind games.

And his body couldn't take much teasing.

If Joshua had any real intentions, Alicia would probably fall into his arms.

Caden's tone was indifferent, almost bored. “Her body, her choice.”

Five days later.

Alicia clutched the sheet music to her chest as she entered the recording studio, her heart racing. Gerry was already there, lounging by the door. His usual charming smile spread across his handsome face. “I thought you’d abandoned me.”

Alicia greeted him politely, offering a small smile. “Mr. Hopkins.”

Gerry waved at him, laughing. “Come on, call me Gerry like old times.”

They were classmates back in the day. Gerry had always been Caden's best friend and had witnessed every spit and stolen glance between her and Caden. After graduation, they had gone their separate ways, but Alicia had once been the star of the school, not only for her talent, but for the way she always kept Caden at arm's length. On a spiritual level, she was a step above Gerry.

Gerry led her into the recording studio, gleaming with state-of-the-art equipment and an arranging team that could rival the best in the business.

“Go ahead and sit down,” Gerry said, pointing at the microphone. “I’ll listen from outside.”

As soon as he left the studio, his phone buzzed. It was Caden.

“Hey, just in time. Alicia just arrived to record,” Gerry informed him nonchalantly.

Caden's voice came through the phone, cold and disinterested. "SW?"

He was about to lead an international meeting, but the mention of Alicia, as always, distracted him.

Gerry clicked his tongue, his voice dripping with amusement. “You're not coming? It's the first time your arch-enemy has recorded a song. Don’t you want front row seats?”

Caden's lips curled into a sneer. “Why would I waste my time listening to a monkey squeal?”

With that, I hung up, the sharp click cutting the conversation short.

Next to Caden, Hank was hunched over his computer, his fingers moving cautiously across the keyboard as he checked the system for viruses. The latest incident seemed to have hit him hard.

The video call with the foreign executives was quick to begin, filling the room with a rapid exchange of data in crisp, clear tones. Caden's mind sifted through the technical jargon with ease, interrupting only to ask pointed questions before ending the meeting early.

“Mr. Ward,” Hank said, checking his watch. “There's still some time left. Any plans for tonight?”

Caden stood up, grabbing his coat in one quick motion.

"Let's go hear the monkey sing," he said with a sly smile.

When they arrived at the studio, Alicia had just finished her first take.

Through the glass window of the recording booth, Caden's eyes fell on her. She stood with her head slightly bowed, her fingers running over the sheet of music as she went over her lyrics.

Under the warm light of the spotlights, her already delicate features seemed to glow, adding an elegant softness to her flawless skin. There was also an undeniable confidence in the way she carried herself: serious, focused, but undeniably captivating.

This woman may have been a hopeless romantic, but even Caden had to admit that her figure was beyond reproach.

His attention then shifted to Gerry, sitting to one side, eyes closed and headphones on, completely absorbed in the music.

Caden raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Hey,” I called out.

But Gerry didn't flinch, he didn't flinch.

Caden turned to Gerry's assistant, expressionless.

"Is your boss tall?"

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