Alexander Kane Is Not a Poor Bastard!

Chapter Four Sign The Divorce Paper

Alexander stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a new man. The once-dull eyes that had been haunted by fear, regret, and humiliation now gleamed with a quiet confidence. The mirror reflected a transformation he hadn't anticipated—a transformation that wasn’t just physical but emotional.

The past few years had been spent in the shadows of Jeruel and her family, beaten down by their neglect and scorn. But now? Now, things were different. His phone, vibrating with the buzz of new possibilities, was a reminder of that.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. There were important things to do. First, check on Zoe, his daughter—the only one who mattered in this chaotic mess. Then, he’d pay off the hospital bill. That was a priority. And finally, the divorce papers. He couldn’t delay signing them any longer, but he was ready. After all, the woman who had torn him down had no hold over him now.

In the hotel room, Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of his newfound wealth sinking in. His fingers flew over his phone, scrolling through I*******m until he found a personal shopper account that looked promising. He texted immediately:

"Hi, I’m writing to request a new outfit that looks good on me and a stylist to help me style my hair."

Within minutes, a cheerful response pinged back. “Hello, sir! We’d be happy to assist you. Please send us the type of outfit you need and your address.”

Alexander didn't hesitate. With a few quick taps, he sent a photo of the outfit he had in mind—a casual yet polished look. He included his hotel address and waited.

Twenty minutes later, a knock echoed on the door. Alexander opened it to find a delivery: a sleek black-and-white outfit, complete with a pair of pristine sneakers, a well-fitted gray polo shirt, and cream-colored pants. He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking of his messy, unkempt appearance from only hours ago. The transformation was unreal, and yet, it felt right.

After a quick shower, Alexander styled his hair into a sleek, controlled look. The man who stared back at him from the mirror was unrecognizable from the version Jeruel and her family had discarded. With a final glance at the image in the mirror, Alexander picked up his phone and called an Uber—his first in years.

The hospital was busy, but to Alexander, it felt like a stage. The air was thick with whispers, and as he walked through the doors, he immediately caught sight of Diana, who barely registered his presence before stopping dead in her tracks.

She blinked, then did a double take, her gaze narrowing in disbelief. “You—what are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice rising.

Alexander straightened, his newfound confidence unwavering. “Good morning, Diana,” he greeted, his tone cool but firm. “I trust you had a pleasant night’s rest?”

Diana’s eyes flashed with fury as she took in his appearance. “You—moron! Have I not warned you to stay away from Zoe?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Alexander said calmly, his posture unyielding. “She’s my daughter, and I have every right to be in her life.”

The venom in Diana’s voice was sharp. “You bastard! How dare you speak to me like that?” Her fists clenched at her sides as her face reddened with rage.

Alexander smirked, a feeling of satisfaction rising within him. He had tolerated enough of this woman’s cruelty. He wasn’t the man she thought he was—he was done with being her punching bag.

“I’m not being rude, Diana,” he replied, walking past her with quiet authority. “I’m simply stating the truth.”

Diana’s voice rose to a shrill shout. “You think you can flaunt those clothes you obviously stole in front of my daughter? You poor bastard! I regret ever allowing my daughter to marry you. You’d better sign those divorce papers. Do you hear me? Sign them, or you’ll regret what I do next!”

Her words cut through the air, but Alexander was unmoved. He continued walking, entering Zoe’s room with a smile. His daughter was lying peacefully in bed, and his heart swelled. She was alive. She was his.

Outside, Jeruel and Jack arrived at the hospital, a sight that immediately caught Alexander’s attention. Jeruel’s eyes widened as she saw her mother and Alexander facing off through the glass door.

“Mom, what is he doing here?” Jeruel asked, her voice trembling with concern as she turned to Diana.

Diana, her face a mix of disbelief and fury, looked at Jeruel and then back at Alexander. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” she exclaimed, the relief evident in her voice. But there was an unmistakable flicker of fear behind her words.

“Jack, please,” Diana said urgently, her voice rising in panic. “You have to get him out of here. We can’t let that poor bastard ruin everything!”

Jack smirked, his demeanor exuding confidence. He looked at Diana with amusement. “I’m on it, ma'am,” he said, stepping toward the doctor’s office.

His heart raced with the thought of asserting his dominance over Alexander. This was his chance to prove who really held power. But what he didn’t realize was that Alexander’s rise had already begun—and no one could stop it.

***

Back inside Zoe’s room, Alexander sat at his daughter’s side, his heart full of emotion. She was still unconscious, but her breathing was steady. He gently brushed her hair from her face, his fingers trembling.

“Hey, Zoe,” he whispered, “Daddy’s here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

But outside the room, the drama was far from over. Jeruel stood frozen, watching the confrontation between Diana and Jack. She could see the tension crackling in the air. Her emotions were a whirlwind—fear, resentment, confusion—but above all, there was a deep sense of loss. She had already made her choice, but now, seeing Alexander like this, something inside her shifted.

Jack, noticing her hesitation, turned to her. “Don’t worry, Jeruel,” he said, his voice smooth but firm. “We’ll handle this. Just leave it to me.”

But Jeruel didn’t respond. Her mind was elsewhere, torn between the man she had once known and the new, confident figure standing in the hospital room with Zoe.