Grand Return of Alexander Fitzgerald : The Great Son-In-Law

Chapter 5

After Isabella left for her room, Eleanor and Sebastian found themselves alone in the living room. The air was still heavy with the day's tension, but they had a different agenda on their minds. Eleanor turned to Sebastian, her voice hushed but determined, "Sebastian, we can't allow Isabella to remain in this marriage with Alexander. It's clear that he's just a liability, and we need to ensure her future is secured."

Sebastian, sharing his mother's ambition, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Mother. Isabella deserves someone better, someone who can provide her with the life she deserves." Eleanor's eyes glinted with a steely resolve. "We need to make sure they get a divorce, Sebastian. It's the only way to secure her future."

Sebastian, who was eager to carry out the plan, chimed in, "I'm with you, Mother. We'll do whatever it takes to make sure Isabella ends things with Alexander." Eleanor leaned in closer, and they both began to mock Alexander, their laughter filled with cruel satisfaction.

"He's nothing but a poor, wretched, son-in-law, and he relies on my dear daughter for everything. It's time he's out of our lives." Sebastian joined in the mockery, his voice laced with scorn, "Isabella is a beautiful and successful woman. She deserves a man who can match her status and provide for her properly." Eleanor's eyes gleamed with a sense of victory. "We'll find a way to make her see that, Sebastian. Isabella will be better off without him."

Sebastian added, "And we won't rest until we've achieved our goal. Isabella's future is too important to be left in the hands of someone like Alexander." As they wallowed in their shared determination, Eleanor and Sebastian were united in their quest to end Isabella's marriage.

They believed that their actions were driven by love and a desire to secure her future, but they were willing to use any means necessary to achieve their goal. Nightfall came, and Isabella and Alexander found themselves in their bedroom, the room's atmosphere heavy with the weight of the day's events. In the dimly lit bedroom, Isabella lay on the bed, her thoughts in turmoil.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she had pushed Alexander too far in the office, and now she was burdened by a sense of guilt. She knew that their relationship was on the edge of collapse, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him. It was their usual arrangement, with Isabella on the bed and Alexander sleeping on the floor.

With a deep sigh, she turned her gaze to the shadowed figure on the floor. Alexander lay there, eyes wide open but lost in his own contemplations. Isabella hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, "Alexander, I'm sorry for today. I didn't mean to... well, you know." She knew she needed to explain her actions further. "Alexander, the reason I'm so desperate for the cooperation with Ruben's company is that they've appointed him as the CEO.

If I can't secure that partnership, I might be dismissed. And you know that our family relies on me." Alexander lay on the floor, surprised by the apology though pretending to be asleep, as Isabella poured out her thoughts. Throughout her entire conversation, he maintained this pretense, never once responding to her words.

Isabella, who was disappointed by his silence, continued to speak. "Alexander, my uncle just informed me that my grandmother's birthday is approaching, and we're expected to attend the banquet." She needed to convey the importance of the event and her family's expectations.

"It's a big event for my family, and I know my grandmother would be thrilled if we were there. It's a chance to show that we're still a united front despite today's... uhm, complications." She paused, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "I know things have been difficult, but I don't want to face my family alone. We should attend together." Despite the appeal in her voice, Alexander remained still, his eyes closed as he pretended to sleep. He was deeply conflicted, torn between his desire to maintain the relationship and the pain he had experienced throughout the day.

Isabella was feeling a sense of frustration and isolation and she let out a quiet sigh. She couldn't make him respond, and it left her feeling even more alone in the darkness of their room. The room fell into silence once more, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavily in the air. The path ahead remained uncertain, and the decisions they would make in the coming days would shape the future of their relationship. Isabella just wanted to find a way to relieve the conflict that had strained their marriage.

Despite the difficult circumstances, she still held onto the love they once shared. In the stillness of the night, Alexander couldn't sleep, the events of the day replaying in his mind like a never-ending loop. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he needed to make sense of everything that had transpired.

He thought about how the day had started like any other, with a sense of routine and familiarity. He had woken up early, prepared breakfast for Isabella, and watched her go about her morning routine. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered her smile and the warmth in her eyes when she looked at him. But as the day had unfolded, everything had unraveled.

The divorce papers presented by Isabella's mother and brother had blindsided him. He had felt humiliated and betrayed. He thought about the way they had cornered him, the demeaning words and the feeling of being a burden to his wife and her family.

The weight of their expectations and their desire for him to step aside had been almost unbearable. As he lay on the floor, he couldn't escape the overwhelming sense of sadness that had settled within him. He recalled the moment Isabella had spoken about her grandmother's birthday and their expected attendance at the family banquet. It had felt like a formality, a mere obligation, and not an expression of love and unity.

The conflict between Isabella's family's expectations and their own desires had driven a wedge between them. The emotional distance had grown, and it seemed like their love was slipping through their fingers. With a heavy heart, Alexander realized that he had to make a difficult decision. He had prepared himself for the possibility of a divorce, believing that it was what Isabella wanted.

He felt like a stranger in his own home, and it was time to confront the reality of their fractured relationship. After recounting the events of the day, Alexander finally reached for his phone, the screen brightening the darkness of the room. He knew he had to make a choice, a choice that would change the course of his life. With a sense of resignation and a touch of sadness, he composed a message to Mr. Thompson, "We need to talk. And I think it's high time I reveal my true identity." The response from Mr. Thompson came quickly, and it was filled with genuine excitement, "I can't wait to see you, Alex." Alexander then put his phone aside and tried to fall asleep.