Chapter 162

Alicia had often wondered—if there were no child between her and Tyrone, how long would their marriage really last?

Serena had gotten up and left, Nicole had come back, and she wasn’t pregnant either...

With so many problems piling up, divorce felt inevitable. It was just a matter of time.

Her vision blurred as she sniffed back tears, not even sure why she felt so hurt.

Alicia couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and slipped upstairs.

Tyrone was in their bedroom, standing by the window, talking on the phone. He hadn’t even gone to take a shower yet.

“I’ll go run the bath,” Alicia said, trying to keep her voice steady as she ducked into the bathroom, hoping he wouldn’t notice her red-rimmed eyes.

She sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for her eyes to clear before facing him again.

But before she was ready, Tyrone walked in.

He came up behind her, lifting her gently and settling her onto the counter.

Alicia startled, reflexively wrapping her arms around him. “Tyrone...”

Her heart was pounding. Embarrassed yet wanting closeness, she reached up to help him out of his shirt.

Tyrone tilted her chin up, peering into her face. “Were you crying?”

“No... no, it’s just the steam from the bath,” she blurted, hugging him tightly so he wouldn’t see her tears.

He rubbed her back in a comforting rhythm, as if soothing away her worries.

But Alicia’s hurt wouldn’t fade, no matter how hard she tried to hold it in. She sniffled softly, then asked in a hesitant whisper, “Tyrone... if I don’t get pregnant this month, will there still be a next month? Will we... still have another chance?”

Would he even let her try again next month?

Tyrone paused, then gently turned her to face him. He looked into her tearful eyes. “If having a baby was that easy, the planet would’ve run out of space a long time ago. We’ll try again next month.”

Alicia nodded, still feeling small and undeserving.

Tyrone smiled, teasing her. “Is that what’s got you so down?”

Alicia shook her head.

He leaned in conspiratorially. “Do you know why Felix didn’t drive me home today?”

Alicia shook her head, curiosity piqued.

“You didn’t notice I drove a different car tonight?” he pressed, smiling.

She nodded—tonight Tyrone had driven a sleek Mercedes coupe, not the usual flashy ride Felix chauffeured.

He grinned, “Felix got distracted at a red light and rear-ended another car. The car he hit had a bumper sticker that said, “Rear-end me and you have to marry me.’ The woman he hit insisted he take her to city hall right then and there.”

He told the story so seriously that Alicia listened with rapt attention—until she couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing at the punchline. “So...

what’s Felix going to do? Is he really going to marry her?”

Tyrone chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction. “That’s his problem now. He was behind the wheel—he’s on his own.”

Alicia laughed even harder. Tyrone could really throw his assistant under the bus.

Seeing her finally smile, Tyrone swept her up in his arms and carried her into the shower.

Afraid of slipping, Alicia clung tightly to him.

She could hear her own heartbeat thunder in her chest, and beyond that, Tyrone’s steady heartbeat, close against her ear.

Even if she was slow to realize it, she could no longer deny it—she was falling for him.

...

Vincent’s place.

Frustrated and unable to find Alicia, Vincent returned home in a foul mood.

The living room was dim. Mina sat motionless on the sofa, her face shadowed.

Vincent flicked on the lights and jumped—Mina’s red, swollen eyes stared straight at him.

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He paused, startled. “What happened here?”

Mina’s voice trembled as she looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears. “This ring—did you buy it for Alicia?”

Vincent’s brow furrowed. He strode over and picked up the ring box from the table—it was empty.

“Where’s the ring?” His voice was cold, sharper than she’d ever heard it.

He had never spoken to Mina this harshly before, and Mina’s own anger flared at his tone.

“Vincent!” she shouted, standing up, her voice cracking with frustration. “I’m your fiancée! We’re about to get married—what the hell is this? You told me you’d been waiting for me for four years. Is this how you’ve been waiting?”