They would not let him go home until he was unable to walk properly. The sharpness of the wine they drank is still present in his mouth, and he can taste it.
He was squeezing his temple when he felt a sharp pain in his head. Those jerks are a joke. When they require his assistance, he will promptly respond.
He would never let them dictate to him if he did not actually need their support. Those jerks take advantage of his predicament to mock him.
His throbbing head is driving him insane, so he asks his secretary to go out and buy him a cup of coffee.
His parents have not spoken to him in a week. They advised him to look for his wife if he was serious about reuniting with her. When he sought his parents for assistance, his mother just kicked him.
His parents refused to assist him in his search for his wife. Because it was his responsibility that Anna left him, they believe he should also rectify the disaster he created.
As he boarded an aircraft to France, Alessandre”s face could not be painted. With his friends, he is currently enraged.
He is so busy, he has so much work to do, he needs to juggle the management of his company and his hunt for his wife, but his shameless and fucker pals refuse to help him. He is even been dispatched to France.
He recalled that he would been busy at work when one of his good buddies called. He expected to hear positive news regarding Anna”s whereabouts, but the lunatics only wanted to send him to a business meeting in France.
In exchange, they will ensure that they locate and see his wife within a week. His will is furious.
He is not sure if he can still call them true friends because of what they have done to him, and he is beginning to suspect that they have a hidden loathing for him.
He is no longer with his secretary. His insane pals pulled him to the airport alone.
Before they even phoned him, those jerks had already prepared everything. His trip is already scheduled, and his baggage are packed. They were on their way to him when they called. He is literally dragged from his workplace.
As the activities of his buddies came back to him, he shook his head.
He now regrets having made them his buddies.
Because the males do not have girlfriends or wives yet, they make fun of him in this way. He is being dubbed a pussy whipped.
He will be waiting for the day when they will be the ones to fall in love with those fuckers. He will be the first to laugh at them when the time comes.
The flight from the United States to France took over fourteen hours. Instead of cursing and killing his useless buddies in his brain, he decided to close his eyes and go to sleep.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Charles de Gaulle Airport, where the local time is 12:00 a. m. and the temperature is 20 degrees Celsius.”
“For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about.”
“Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.”
“If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you.”
“On behalf of Phillipine Airlines and the entire crew, I would like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice night!”
When the plane landed, he awoke easily. With a big sigh, he exhaled deeply. He got off the plane when it came to a stop.
When he arrived at the airport, someone was already waiting to board him. His worthless friends prepare a hotel suite and a car for him. It appears that what they did to him was well-planned.
When he arrived at the hotel suite, he immediately dialled Marco Villafuerte, the man who had started it all.
The man took a long time to return his call. His brows drew together as he heard his phone ring. After a few moments, the jerk eventually answered his phone.
“Fuck you, Villafuerte!” he yelled angrily at his pal. They are probably laughing at him right now.
“Oh no, buddy,” the man joked, “you are not my type. Go find a woman there, not me. I do not want to fuck with you.”
Because of what he stated, his look changed to a sour one. In the background, he could hear his other buddies laughing. He was correct in his suspicions; these lunatics were most likely talking about and insulting him.
He heard Elias” question on the other line and replied, “Hey, mate! How is the weather in Paris?” He made a funny expression.
He grumbled, “It is fucking hot here, asshole.”
He is irritated by the three, but he must restrain himself lest they alter their minds and refuse to assist him in locating his wife.
If that happens, all of his efforts for his worthless pals would be for naught.
He overheard the three on the other line laughing. “Oh really? Maybe you went to the wrong country, dude.”
He made a pledge to himself that when he returned to the Philippines and found Anna, he would punch them both in the face.
He overheard Marco say, “Bud, I forwarded your schedule in your email.”
He relaxed after his chat with Marco. He called the private investigator he hired to find Anna before going to bed, but he still did not have any positive news.
Where have you gone, Anna, my sweetheart?
Alessandre was up early this morning. His meeting with Marco”s business partner is scheduled for today. He had no idea what he was going to do in the meeting because all he needed to do was show up. Marco stated that he would be acting as his proxy.
He first called his secretary to inquire about the company”s performance while he was away. He also hired a private investigator, only to be disappointed once more because no hints as to where the wife is now have been found.
This week, there will be four additional private investigators. He promptly sacked the prior private investigators he employed since they were unable to do their duties effectively.
For the love of fucks, they are slacking. He intends to fire the existing private investigator as soon as possible. It has been two days since he hired this fucking useless fool, and he still cannot offer him a single reasonable report on where his wife is.
He might have smacked him with the folder he was holding if he had been right in front of him right now.
The man is informing him of his latest discoveries in the case, but it appears that he is simply repeating what has already been said. The information he provided was not supplemented in any way.
He inhaled deeply before shuddering as he realized the call had killed the useless private investigator.
“Fuck this man,” he thought to himself, “is he really doing his job?”
Before getting ready and leaving his hitel suite, he calmed down. It is spring in Paris now, so it is not quite as cold. When he got to the ground floor, he walked straight.
He did not drive to the conference because it was only a few minutes” walk from the hotel where he was staying.
Every street has a large number of tourists. When he spotted the woman”s familiar figure, he came to a halt. As he attempted to follow the woman, his heart began to pound.
He could not approach the woman since there were so many people on the road.
When he lost sight of the woman, he cursed, “Fuck!”
He rolled his eyes about, but he could not find the woman who, in his opinion, looked eerily similar to his wife Anna.
As he gazed around the cafe where he would meet Marco”s business partner, he let out a loud sigh.
He locked his gaze on the woman he had seen. He will make it a point to look for her.
He frowned as soon as he walked into the cafe.
“What the hell?” he wondered aloud. He diverted his attention away from the entire cafe.
Although the environment is soothing, he does not believe it is the ideal location for a business meeting.
The cafe is comfortable, but it appears to be a location where you go when you are bored; in other words, tourists come here when they are weary of wandering and want to relax for a little.
He took out his phone and dialed the number for his jerk of a pal.
“Zup, buddy. Did something wonderful happen when you visited the location of the blasphemous Eiffel Tower?” his scumbag pal asked as soon as he picked up the phone.
He kept his own censure to himself.
“Are you fooling me, Villafuerte?” he asked, his tone threatening. On the other end of the line, he heard his friend”s obnoxious laugh.
“What do you mean, my man? I have no idea what you are talking about,” Marco said, seeming completely innocent.
“I thought it was a business meeting I needed to attend,” he grumbled. “Why the fuck is the location you sent me a cafe? Are you fucking serious?”
He overheard the man on the other side ask, “Ow? Is it a business meeting I said?” He is probably talking to himself, but he is not aware that he is said what he was thinking.
“Oh, yes!” Marco exclaimed quickly. “The old hag Del Franco is addicted to coffee, so that is where he wants to meet.” When he heard what he said, his expression darkened.
“When I get back, Villafuerte, I pledge to strangle you to death,” he said before hanging up.
His snotty pal is undoubtedly making fun of him.
He is well-known for being the one who is obeyed in all of his business meetings.
Marco Villafuerte appeared to be as lighthearted as his two other pals, but in the business world, they are both merciless.
Tsk, he should have come up with a better excuse than his business partner”s coffee addiction.
Who does he think he is kidding? He is not the type of person to follow the lead of others; they are the ones who are being followed, not the other way around, which is why he understands right away that something is wrong with the fuckers the instant he says that.
When he was ready to rise to give the order, he was stopped.
In front of him stands the woman who has been driving him insane for the past four months. He saw the woman he was seeking for right in front of him. She can”t see him since she is engrossed in her phone.
He was unable to move and could only stare at the woman for as long as he wished to see her again.
He had several scenarios in his head of what he would do once he saw the woman, but it was all gone as if he would meet his wife in person every month, four months later.
When he gazed down at the woman”s abdomen, he gasped for air when he saw her swollen stomach.
It is not an immediate mental process that is observed. He first saw the wife he had been hunting for a long time, who was simply hiding in France, and then he discovered that she was pregnant.
Her bloated stomach is approximately six months old.
His eyes lingered on Anna”s stomach. When he realized everything, he seemed to flee from common sense.
His pregnant wife is standing just in front of him. He clenched his fist in response to the trembling in his hand.
He was full of inquiries. Is Anna expecting a child? Was his wife expecting a child when she left?
He felt like he would been hit in the gut by the thought. If that”s the case, she was on her own during her pregnancy.
He did not need Anna to say anything because he already knew he was the father of the child in her womb. He recalled the pleasant evening he and Anna had spent together.
They are consummating their marriage virtually every night and every day, so Anna cannot avoid being pregnant. When he makes love to her, he also does not use any protection, and Anna, in particular, does not use contraceptive pills.
He appeared to have poured icy water over his realization.
He recalled how he had pushed Anna away at the time. Even before she left him, he was certain she was pregnant.
If that is the case, he will… By saving the life of a baby who is not his blood kin, he almost puts his child”s life in jeopardy.
He overheard her remark, “A, do not overreact there, I just went for a walk,” while the phone was in her ear.
She is on the phone with another person.
“Aiden, cool! I did not wake you up since you still seem like you spent the whole night, I can still handle myself,” the woman said, her huge tummy slightly numb.
When he heard what his wife said, he grimaced.
That fucker had repeatedly questioned that man where Annalise was but had had no response; it turned out that he had been with his wife the entire time he had not been with his wife.
His will is enraged. In rage, he squeezed his fist fiercely.
Jealousy is eating him alive. He almost drowned himself in booze and work to forget about his yearning for his wife, but she was with another man.
He clenched his teeth as he prepared to approach Anna, but when he saw her charming smile, he backed away. He had not seen the woman with such a pleasant face in a long time, her eyes gleaming with delight.
He sighed and returned to his table slowly. He did not want to catch her off guard. In order to deal with the lady
He will take some time to consider how he will deal with the woman.
The woman appeared to be in good health and was not in any danger, according to what he could see. It was sufficient for him to see that she was fine.
He did not approach the woman, but that did not mean he was going to leave right away. He was only waiting for the right opportunity to show up here.
He is terrified. He knew she despised him because she would not have filed their divorce papers if she did not.
He attempted but failed to keep himself from approaching his wife. He inquired with the cafe manager about the possibility of being hired as a cafe server.
That was his only option for approaching Anna without her recognizing him.
“Have you gone insane, mister? I have my entire staff here; I do not need a part-timer,” the cafe”s proprietor adds sternly.
He had previously requested it, but he had refused. His patience with this scrawny man was wearing thin.
He questioned the cafe proprietor, dark-faced, “How much do you need?”
His interlocutor was taken aback and did not respond right away.
He smirked at him mockingly as he recovered from the shock.
“Oh, come on, young man, you cannot afford to buy my cafe even if you work 10 part-time jobs,” the unpleasant man stated, annoyingly giggling at him.
He informs his employees, “Hey, guys! This little punk here is attempting to ask me how much he could pay for my cafe!”
Those who heard it laughed, he noticed. With a sarcastic grin on his lips, the man approached him and was going to tap his shoulder when he tightly restrained his hand by forcing it on his hand.
“You have been putting my patience to the test since earlier,” Alessandre says, threateningly.
The man grew pale and the man wince in pain as he twisted his hand. He didn”t let go of the creature”s hand. He retrieved his phone from his jeans pocket and dialed his secretary”s number.
“Yes, sir?” thanks to his secretary”s craziness.
He replied coldly to his assistant, “I want to buy this fucking cafe right now. Talk to the fucking owner, he is straining my patience.” He handed the man his cell phone.
He pressed the twist in his hand when he did not pick up his phone. The man was compelled to accept it.
As he spoke with his secretary, he noticed how pallid the man was. Surely, his secretary is already offering him a million dollars at this point, such is his surprise. What a loser, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk
As he handed back his cell phone, the man smiled heartily. He could no longer feel his grip on his hand because he had heard that he would trade this cafe for a large sum of money.
Looking at him, he resembled a gentle sheep. Just seconds earlier, he was humiliating him in front of his employee, and now look at how quickly he transforms.
He put on the waiter”s costume right away, as well as a mask so Anna would not identify him. He noticed her sitting at the far end of the cafe, where there were few customers.
He noticed her serious reading while drinking matcha tea when he passed her earlier while pretending to be organizing stuff on the table next to Anna”s table.
She was completely absorbed in her reading. When Anna puts down her book to eat macarons, he smiles. He had previously sent her a cheese cake.
When one of the cafe”s employees told the woman that the cafe offers freebies to new customers, she was taken aback.
He observed the woman rise up an hour later. As he watched his wife go away, his heart sunk.
He immediately removed his waiter”s costume and dashed after Anna. All he has to do now is make sure she gets home safely. He is also curious about her current residence.
When he noticed that she appeared to be in pain, he decided not to blindly follow her.
She clutched her stomach and writhed in pain. She seemed to be in distress. He rushed up to her and grabbed Anna as she was about to collapse.