He ran from the past...until losing her wasn’t an option.

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Alex’s POV

I sat in the driver’s seat, unmoving. The engine ticked softly beneath me, but I felt frozen. I had rehearsed a dozen versions of what to say. None of them sounded right. Not after I left her like that.

Half an hour passed before I finally stepped out of the car. My palms were damp. My suit felt too tight. And when I walked past the maids, they all turned—startled, peering at my disheveled state.

“Where is my wife?” I asked.

The nearest maid jolted. “Y-Your room, sir.”

I gave her a look that made her pale...