Back at his beachside penthouse, Alex was out on the balcony sipping an ice-cold margarita when his phone rang. It was Felicia’s name on screen.Alex wasn’t expecting the call so soon, and he wondered if Felicia had already figured out that he was the one responsible for her dramatic downfall.As Alex picked up the call, Felicia’s honeyed voice rang from the other side. She had suddenly turned as sweet and soft-spoken as a coy schoolgirl.“Alex…I miss you. I never thought I’d say this, but I think we made a terrible mistake by getting divorced.” There was a brief pause as Alex gazed into the distance, remembering her final words before the divorce. Even though Felicia’s voice sounded earnest, he knew she was just desperate.“Darling…are you really so upset with me that you won’t even talk to me?” she cried, her voice breaking midway. “Was it really so easy for you to forget me…to forget everything we once shared between us?”Alex put his cocktail glass down on the table and replied in

Felicia froze in place as the news broadcast repeatedly played in her mind. The words, ‘net worth of 500 billion,’ kept ringing in her ears. Only now did she realize that the countdown to her downfall had started the very day she took off her engagement ring, and by signing the divorce papers, she had dug her own grave.Getting engaged to Robert was the final nail in the coffin, and Felicia had written her fate with her own hands. Petrified by what she had just heard on the news, Felicia stood there dumbstruck and tangled in her own mess.“What happened, Ms. Rashford? You don’t look too good. Should I call a doctor?” Alex asked in a mocking voice. Felicia snapped out of her thoughts, and her eyelashes fluttered as she turned to Alex.“I thought you had nothing to your name when we got married. You…always seemed so ordinary,” she spoke in a quivering voice. “But all of that was just a lie. You’re not some penniless nobody. You just hid everything from me.”“I am glad you are starting

When Alex returned to his luxury suite on the fifth floor, he found Felicia’s gown on the bed and her high heels leaning against the nightstand. The sound of running water quickly caught his attention, and he turned his eyes to the bathroom. Even before he could say something, the shower turned off, and the glass door slid open.Felicia stepped out wearing a white bathrobe, the shower room steaming behind her. She slipped into a pair of soft sandals and flitted across the room, smelling of gooseberries.Wrapping her hair in a second blue towel, she looked at Alex from across the room. “It’s been a tiring week. I thought I should unburden myself,” she whispered, her soft eyes burning with desire. “I know you are still mad at me, but I won’t force you to save our marriage. You deserve better.”Alex was confused by her sudden change in behavior. Just a few moments ago, she had been desperate to dig her claws into him, yet now she looked completely unbothered by everything.“Don’t worry

While Felicia and her mother waited in the corridor outside, Alex donated his own blood, filling up two bags. This drained 1000ml from his body, leaving him weak and exhausted, but he slowly got up and prepared for the surgery.As the visiting doctor came to check on Jakob, Alex walked into the room and took matters into his own hands.“The patient needs immediate surgery. Only a splenectomy can help him recover,” he said.The visiting doctor looked at him through his black-rimmed glasses and raised an eyebrow.“Jakob Rashford is my patient. I know what needs to be done,” he muttered back. “And just who the hell are you even? I don’t remember seeing you here. Are you even a doctor?”Instead of getting angry, Alex responded with professional calm. “You don’t need to know me. But if I don’t operate on Jakob right away, he is never going to recover. So please let me do my job.”“I know what’s best for my patient, and I won’t allow a meddlesome quack doctor to interfere with my work!” the

Inside a dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of Liechtenstein, Jennifer Warrington and her son were discussing their sordid state of affairs and desperately trying to find a way to climb out of the hole they were in.“We barely have anything left after losing that last jute mill,” Blake muttered, pacing the bedroom. “Uncle Josiah even snatched the damn tanneries from us!”While Blake looked clearly agitated, his mother was calmly sipping on some green tea and rocking back in her wooden armchair, completely unflustered.“We all have your father to thank for our present situation. He gambled away his fortune while getting drunk at the local pubs, and spent the rest of his savings on his worthless young whores,” she replied in a refined voice, her eyes wandering over the cracked portrait of her husband. “I wish you’d died sooner, Peter. It would have at least saved us the embarrassment.”Blake huffed, exhaling a disgruntled sigh. “Dad’s gone now, and his insurance money barely pays half