The Moment I Froze His Black Card Was More Satisfying Than Our Wedding Night - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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In the car, he put up the partition.
I watched in shock as he leaned down toward me.
This wasn't like his usual gentle kisses. This one was rough, almost desperate, making me wince.
When Alexander finally pulled back, breathing hard, his dark eyes held an emotion I'd never seen before.
"Victoria, stay away from him."
My lips were throbbing as I pushed him off, pissed as hell.
I'd barely exchanged two sentences with Kevin, while he'd been parading Chloe around like some kind of trophy wife. What right did he have to make demands?
"Why should I?" My voice was ice-cold.
Alexander looked up, those deep eyes like whirlpools trying to pull me in.
"Because you're mine."
I frowned. "No, I'm not. Chloe is."
Alexander actually laughed at that, his usually stoic face softening.
"Mrs. Sterling, you're jealous."
I shoved him away, hating how petty I sounded.
"Get rid of them."
The mood shifted instantly.
Alexander's smile vanished like I'd imagined the whole tender moment.
"Victoria," he loosened his tie with this exhausted sigh, "she's not a threat to you."
"Besides, Emma's my daughter. I can't just abandon her."
I stared out at the city streets flying by.
It had started drizzling, the rain blurring my vision through the window.
"I never tried to stop you from taking care of Emma."
Alexander looked at me like I was some unreasonable child throwing a tantrum.
"Chloe raised our kid abroad all by herself for five years. I owe her that much."
A bitter taste flooded my mouth.
"So what you're telling me is that I have to be okay with her constantly showing up in my life?"
Alexander turned my face toward him, his palm covering my slightly reddened eyes.
"I need you to understand—no matter what happens with them, you're my only wife."
Listening to him dodge the real issue while protecting her...
I suddenly felt exhausted.
All those moments when I'd actually cared, when I'd tried—it all felt pointless now.
In this whole elaborate charade, he'd still managed to disappoint me.
My phone buzzed—unknown number.
[Ms. Whitmore, Alexander and I should have been more considerate today. Sorry.]
Attached was a photo of Alexander under the moonlight, holding Emma, with Chloe standing beside them laughing.
My eyes narrowed.
My chest felt like it was caving in.
Low trick, but effective as hell.
I tossed the phone at Alexander, my voice flat.
"Looks like I'm the third wheel here, doesn't it?"
He startled, glanced at the screen, but still instinctively defended her.
"She just thought you might be uncomfortable. She's apologizing."
I laughed bitterly, anger and sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Alexander, are you playing dumb or are you actually this clueless? Do I need to catch you two in bed before you'll admit what's happening?!"
"Victoria," Alexander's voice turned warning, "watch your mouth. Nothing inappropriate happened between Chloe and me."
I let out a cold laugh, my voice cracking despite myself.
"Nothing inappropriate?"
"Only actual sex counts, right?"
The car went dead silent. Alexander's eyes held a coldness I'd never seen before.
"Victoria Whitmore, you're Mrs. Sterling. Stop being so damn petty!"
I can't even describe what I felt in that moment.
Everything I'd ever felt for him—all those feelings I'd carefully nurtured—just died right there.
I tried to swallow the bitterness, my eyes burning.
"I'm petty? Really..."
"If I were petty, I would've kicked them out that first night! Would I have let her wave photos of you two in bed in my face?"
"If I were petty, the Whitmore family would've dealt with her the second those photos hit social media!"
All this emotion bubbling up—it came from not being understood, not being heard.
It was like thorns on a rose. They were tearing me apart inside, but everyone else just saw something beautiful.
Alexander looked stunned, staring at my bloodshot eyes.
"I..."
I turned away, rolling down the window.
Let the drizzle hit my face and hide these pathetic tears.
"You know why my parents named me Victoria?" I said to no one in particular.
"Because they said I was their ultimate triumph. Their crowning achievement."
I took a deep breath, summoning back my Whitmore heir pride.
"So if I'm just some expendable piece in your cost-benefit analysis, then we're done here."
Alexander felt something like panic—an emotion that surprised even him.
He pulled me close. "I'm sorry. Never again."
I watched in shock as he leaned down toward me.
This wasn't like his usual gentle kisses. This one was rough, almost desperate, making me wince.
When Alexander finally pulled back, breathing hard, his dark eyes held an emotion I'd never seen before.
"Victoria, stay away from him."
My lips were throbbing as I pushed him off, pissed as hell.
I'd barely exchanged two sentences with Kevin, while he'd been parading Chloe around like some kind of trophy wife. What right did he have to make demands?
"Why should I?" My voice was ice-cold.
Alexander looked up, those deep eyes like whirlpools trying to pull me in.
"Because you're mine."
I frowned. "No, I'm not. Chloe is."
Alexander actually laughed at that, his usually stoic face softening.
"Mrs. Sterling, you're jealous."
I shoved him away, hating how petty I sounded.
"Get rid of them."
The mood shifted instantly.
Alexander's smile vanished like I'd imagined the whole tender moment.
"Victoria," he loosened his tie with this exhausted sigh, "she's not a threat to you."
"Besides, Emma's my daughter. I can't just abandon her."
I stared out at the city streets flying by.
It had started drizzling, the rain blurring my vision through the window.
"I never tried to stop you from taking care of Emma."
Alexander looked at me like I was some unreasonable child throwing a tantrum.
"Chloe raised our kid abroad all by herself for five years. I owe her that much."
A bitter taste flooded my mouth.
"So what you're telling me is that I have to be okay with her constantly showing up in my life?"
Alexander turned my face toward him, his palm covering my slightly reddened eyes.
"I need you to understand—no matter what happens with them, you're my only wife."
Listening to him dodge the real issue while protecting her...
I suddenly felt exhausted.
All those moments when I'd actually cared, when I'd tried—it all felt pointless now.
In this whole elaborate charade, he'd still managed to disappoint me.
My phone buzzed—unknown number.
[Ms. Whitmore, Alexander and I should have been more considerate today. Sorry.]
Attached was a photo of Alexander under the moonlight, holding Emma, with Chloe standing beside them laughing.
My eyes narrowed.
My chest felt like it was caving in.
Low trick, but effective as hell.
I tossed the phone at Alexander, my voice flat.
"Looks like I'm the third wheel here, doesn't it?"
He startled, glanced at the screen, but still instinctively defended her.
"She just thought you might be uncomfortable. She's apologizing."
I laughed bitterly, anger and sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Alexander, are you playing dumb or are you actually this clueless? Do I need to catch you two in bed before you'll admit what's happening?!"
"Victoria," Alexander's voice turned warning, "watch your mouth. Nothing inappropriate happened between Chloe and me."
I let out a cold laugh, my voice cracking despite myself.
"Nothing inappropriate?"
"Only actual sex counts, right?"
The car went dead silent. Alexander's eyes held a coldness I'd never seen before.
"Victoria Whitmore, you're Mrs. Sterling. Stop being so damn petty!"
I can't even describe what I felt in that moment.
Everything I'd ever felt for him—all those feelings I'd carefully nurtured—just died right there.
I tried to swallow the bitterness, my eyes burning.
"I'm petty? Really..."
"If I were petty, I would've kicked them out that first night! Would I have let her wave photos of you two in bed in my face?"
"If I were petty, the Whitmore family would've dealt with her the second those photos hit social media!"
All this emotion bubbling up—it came from not being understood, not being heard.
It was like thorns on a rose. They were tearing me apart inside, but everyone else just saw something beautiful.
Alexander looked stunned, staring at my bloodshot eyes.
"I..."
I turned away, rolling down the window.
Let the drizzle hit my face and hide these pathetic tears.
"You know why my parents named me Victoria?" I said to no one in particular.
"Because they said I was their ultimate triumph. Their crowning achievement."
I took a deep breath, summoning back my Whitmore heir pride.
"So if I'm just some expendable piece in your cost-benefit analysis, then we're done here."
Alexander felt something like panic—an emotion that surprised even him.
He pulled me close. "I'm sorry. Never again."
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