The Return Of Alexander Bennett; Ex Soldier Son In Law

Chapter Seven

Without responding, Alex continued to knock quietly.

It wasn’t long before the irritation of those inside escalated, prompting one of them to come forward and open the door.

"I instructed you not to..." the person began, but was abruptly cut off as Alex dealt a swift blow to his face, sending him stumbling backward as blood gushed out from his nose.

Then, the door swung wide open, allowing Alex to enter freely.

Once inside, Alex’s demeanor hardened, and he clenched his fists as he surveyed the unfolding scene, a deep scowl etched on his face.

Alex observed his wife clutching a shattered bottle, her hands directed toward Brandon and his friends. Her palms were smeared with blood from her wounds, and blood trickled from the corners of her lips, while her face appeared puffed, suggesting she had endured multiple slaps. The dress on her shoulders also bore cuts, slightly exposing her cleavage.

Her gaze seemed disoriented as she gestured wildly with the bottle, lacking any precise target. It was a crazy scene to witness.

In light of her state, Brandon and his companions hesitated to approach her, fearing she might lash out at them with the broken glass.

"You worthless piece of trash," Alex coldly addressed Brendan and his friends before they could even comprehend the situation.

Suddenly, Alex appeared before them, moving like a gust of wind, unseen until that moment.

In an instant, he stood facing them, raising his hand and directing it at them with precision, causing them to stumble backward.

Not only that, but he also seized them up and pummeled them viciously.

Despite their ongoing pleas for mercy, Alex relished the moment and focused on beating them up. Just what exactly did they do to uis wife?

He struck them so fiercely that blood streamed down their faces as they began to vomit it up.

"How dare you touch my wife! Who gave you the right?" Alex growled as he kept punching them.

Brandon and his friends finally recognized that the person was actually Cassie's useless husband. But how could he be this strong?

After maing sure he had beating the hell out of them, Alex noticed his wife, who was still clutching the broken bottle in her arms tightly.

He was uncertain how to approach her as he was sure that Cassie could she only see blurred figures and her thoughts were jumbled.

To her, anyone attempting to get closer appeared as a threat, inciting her instinct to retaliate.

With a deep, exasperated sigh, Alex spoke gently to Cassie, "Let go of the bottle, Cassie. It's me, Alex, your husband. Can you look at me?"

His hated the lack of respect from his family—his mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and even his wife—none of whom acknowledged his importance and always regarded him useless.

Alex pondered why a married woman as his wife would meet a man other than homeless in a hotel room.

He had always thought Cassie was not the type to betray him or be infidelity in their marriage.

However, that did not diminish the reality that she had chosen to meet someone other than her husband in such a place. If this incident hadn't occurred and someone had witnessed her, how would she have justified her actions or innocence?

If business discussions were the intention of Brandon, why not opt for a restaurant or a public space instead of a hotel room?

Subconsciously, Alex found himself believing his wife had brought this upon herself. Yet, guilt nagged at him for harboring such thoughts.

Despite the disrespect he faced from his wife, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law within the household, they stood by him in public, unwaveringly supportive.

They wouldn’t allow anyone to take advantage of him or insult him outside their home.

Additionally, he felt a sense of gratitude that only they had the courage to insult him.

It wasn't that he was powerless against them; rather, he needed to remain low-key for the time being.

In his pursuit of revenge, he would endure all the humiliation just to achieve his goal at the end, "VENGEANCE."

Was her husband truly there to save her? Cassie, in her own world, stared at the figure who indeed resembled her husband, questioning if it was the drug affecting her perception.

Was this reality at last? The odds of her husband coming to rescue her seemed slim, especially considering the trouble she and her family had caused him. Everything felt surreal.

Noticing Cassie's uncertainty, Alex became more impatient and said coldly, “If you don’t put down that bottle and come home to tend to your injury, your hands are going to suffer badly, and you won’t be able to use them for at least three months.

Plus, your mother, sister, and father are all worried about you. I think it's best you throw that bottle away so that we can leave.” His tone was tinged with urgency and a bit annoyance.

Cassie wasn’t naive. She recognized that the person standing before her was indeed her husband and could hear the irritation in his voice. Without hesitating, she discarded the broken bottles.

As she took a step towards him, Alex instinctively reached forward and caught her before she could fall, his strong, muscular hand preventing her from hitting the ground.

When she looked up for the first time, she was entranced by her husband’s striking blue eyes, so compelling that she felt an urge to touch them, to confirm their reality.

“Let’s go home,” Alex urged as he lifted her into his arms gently, bringing her back to the moment.

As they left the room, Cassie felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards her husband for the first time. Had it not been for Alex, she would have found herself in a vulnerable situation, all because she attempted to salvage her father's business. The depth of her appreciation was both true and profound.

From there onwards, she started seeing her husband in a different aspect.

To come there alone to save her despite not knowing what was happening to her made Cassie's heart started beating wildly for her husband for the first time.