No Wife, No Life Chapter 93

Alex stood up from the hot spring, one hand resting on the edge, his dark eyes brooding and intense, like a deep ocean whirlpool ready to pull anyone in.

He questioned himself, 'What did Caden mean by these words?'

Did he think Alex actually cared about Harper?

No, of course he didn't care.

How could Alex care about her?

In his eyes, Harper was a woman he had never been interested in and was already tired of.

How could he possibly care about her?

He thought this, convincing himself, and smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Caden. What do you think I see Harper as?"

He sneered, his expression full of mockery.

As he said this, he didn't notice Harper had already come out of the lounge.

She had changed her clothes and was walking over slowly.

When she heard those words, her heart skipped a beat, and she stopped in her tracks.

She looked at Alex, wanting to hear what he would say.

What did she mean to him?

Five years of marriage, what was she in Alex's heart?

She wanted to know.

Alex said, "From the very beginning, she and I were destined to be a mistake. She put on a good show and orchestrated this marriage. You think I care about her? Of course not. From the day we got married, I warned her I would never fall for her."

"In my eyes, she's just a cheap tool to satisfy physical needs. The Lavien Group needs her for work, my body needs her, and that's it. As for feelings, that's something she'll never get."

He stepped out of the hot spring, loosening his tie, his gaze mocking as he stared at Caden.

"You still cherish her like a precious gem. To me, she is merely a woman I have toyed with for five years. Before you even laid a finger on her, I had already grown weary of her."

Alex's smirk grew colder. He grabbed Caden's tie, spitting out even more hurtful words.

"Her body is used to my possession. She likes it when I kiss her; as soon as I kiss her, she responds passionately. You know, she was the one who asked me to come here. Because she craves me and I can satisfy her most basic physical needs."

His blue eyes looked at Caden, filled with undisguised mockery.

"And you, the new boyfriend, can't satisfy her at all."

Every word he said was like a dagger, stabbing into Harper's heart.

He spoke of Harper as if she was less than a streetwalker.

Alex, who had never failed at anything, felt resentful.

Why had Harper found a new lover so quickly and thrown him aside?

She used to love him so much.

She loved him deeply, from the bottom of her heart.

But in the blink of an eye, she abandoned him and turned to embrace Caden.

He couldn't accept this outcome.

He was even more resentful that Harper was being so intimate with Caden in front of him.

Harper, who was supposed to be his, was touched and possessed by Caden, which made her tainted in his eyes.

"She's already been touched by you, so she's dirty to me. I don't want a dirty woman."

He unhesitatingly said that Harper was tainted, as if she were an object he had discarded

Because this item was dirty, old, so he didn't want it anymore.

There was nothing else between them.

Caden's eyes grew fiercer, his usually smiling eyes now sharp, as if he wanted to stab Alex with a knife.

"Alex, you're shameless!"

With that, he threw a punch.

This time, Alex caught his fist accurately.

Both had learned boxing, so they started to wrestle, each punch heavy and unreserved.

Caden was fighting for Harper. She was his future wife, and he wasn't about to allow Alex to insult her like that.

It was about Harper's reputation, and his own.

For this, he had to give Alex a good beating.

And Alex? His retaliation was driven more by his resentment, unwilling to accept that Harper had moved on so quickly.

Harper stood in the corner, quietly watching the scene unfold, watching the two men fighting because of her.

She had heard every word Alex said.

He said she was a cheap tool for physical release.

He said he would never care about her and never love her in his life.

He said she was tainted.

Harper covered her mouth and turned around, tears streaming down her face.

Her vision blurred; she couldn't see anything clearly.

But she shouldn't be crying over this.

Crying over Alex's hurtful words meant she still cared about Alex, didn't it?

She shouldn't care about Alex anymore.

She couldn't be so weak.

She should act more carefree.

But she couldn't stop the tears.

The bitterness and sorrow in her heart surged like a deluge.

Her eyes reddened, and tears cascaded uncontrollably, overwhelmed by heartbreak.

She knew she shouldn't care about Alex; she kept telling herself not to love Alex anymore.

But she couldn't control herself. She had loved Alex for so long; how could she take back those years of feelings?

The Alex she used to know wasn't like this.

After a while, she clenched her fists, went back to the lounge, and found a wooden basin, filling it with cold water.

She walked step by step to the two men still fighting.

A basin of cold water splashed over both of them.

The water from the basin drenched them, the chill instantly calming them down.

Caden was still furious. "Harper, I just wanted to vent. He's too hateful."

"There's no need!"

Harper threw the basin on the ground, her lips still holding a faint smile, laced with an icy chill.

"I don't care about what he said anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, both men were stunned.

They hadn't expected her to have heard those words.

Caden pushed Alex away and stood up from the cold ground.

He walked over and tightly grabbed Harper's hand, as if trying to give her warmth and comfort.

"I'm fine." She was still smiling, but there was an undeniable sadness in that smile.

"Harper, you may not care about these things, but I do."

Maybe because Caden's hand was cold, he let go, his tone earnest.

Of course he cared, he cared about everything related to Harper.

He wouldn't allow anyone to insult his girlfriend.

Harper's expression was indifferent, her tone light. "Alex and I are in the past. Since he said that, he and I should indeed end things."

She walked past Caden, like a warrior heading to the battlefield.

She walked step by step to Alex.

By now, Alex had also stood up.

She looked at Alex in front of her.

Alex, tall and handsome, just as she remembered.

She had hugged Alex, kissed him and loved him, but had never truly seen through him.

Just as he said, she had never won his heart.

Alex stood there coldly, looking at her.

His face didn't show much regret. He just looked at her, quietly, waiting for her to speak.

Maybe he was still hoping she would throw herself into his arms like before, hug him, and call him affectionately, "Alex."