The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 154

He got out of the bed despite feeling dizzy.

Yet Alexander remained unswayed about the divorce.

His pride was strong.

He found out that Hazel was seeing other men, and not just one.

He loved her so much that he put aside his pride.

He chose to forgive her and gave her a chance.

But she didn't cherish it.

It hadn't even been 20 days since Hazel cried and begged him for forgiveness, promising she would

change.

Did she do it again?

What else did he need to put up with?

His heart was full of resentment.

Out of all the people in the world, he chose Hazel.

He gave her all his love.

He planned to spend every meal, every month, every season, and every year with Hazel.

Until their hair turned white, until they were too old to walk.

He would always cherish her like a gem in his palm.

However, Hazel didn't care about his true feelings at all.

She even trampled on his sincerity recklessly.

Alexander felt a bit breathless.

Like his chest was being pressed by a heavy rock.

No matter how much he straightened his chest and back, his tall figure still looked weak and ready to

fall at any moment.

In his hurry to pull off the IV, blood beads dripped down from the spot where the needle was.

The blood dripped along his fingers, to the tips, and onto the cold floor.

Each drop was like a blooming red rose.

Hazel seemed to be in disbelief that he agreed to the divorce so readily.

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

After all, Alexander loved her so much that he couldn't leave her.

Even though she betrayed him and slept with multiple men, he still chose to forgive her.

Did he agree so quickly?

Hazel's eyes were filled with glee.

As long as Alexander agreed to the divorce, she could be with Dean openly.

Of course, her glee seemed a bit shameless, even to the point of extreme shamelessness.

Seeing the glee in her eyes, Alexander could hardly breathe.

He furrowed his brows tightly.

Holding back his anger, he didn't burst out.

His upbringing didn't allow him to lose his temper.

He clenched his fist and said, "You want to divorce me, right? Let's go. Let's not waste time."

"Okay." Hazel nodded excitedly, "Alexander, did you bring the relevant documents? We don't want to

be unable to divorce."

Alexander sneered.

This made Hazel feel a bit uneasy.

Was she too eager?

Would that have hurt Alexander?

After all, they were married for eight years, and Hazel realized she was too much.

She hurriedly said again, "Alexander, we don't have to get divorced today. I can wait until you're

discharged."

"No need." Alexander answered coldly, "I'm not going to die."

He took out his phone, ready to call the housekeeper at home.

It was then that he realized his hand, from which he had just pulled out the IV, was bleeding a lot.

Even his phone screen was stained with blood.

He decided to dial the number for Bayview Villa.

When the call was connected, the nanny, Katia, answered it.

In the past, if Hazel brought a man back to the villa, she would try to get the servants to leave

temporarily.

But in the past half-month, she became bolder.

When she brought Dean back to the villa, she didn't even avoid the servants anymore.

When Katia heard that it was Alexander's call, she wanted to tell him about Hazel.

But she found the topic difficult to broach.

At that point, Alexander took the initiative.

"Katia, the documents in the third drawer of my bedside table, please bring them to me."

Katia seemed to realize something, "Mr. Alexander, what are you going to do with these documents?"

"I'm getting a divorce." Alexander didn't hide, "Send it over now."

Katia thought, “Did he discover Hazel's affair? If they get divorced, it would be good. Such a woman

doesn't deserve Alexander. Alexander is not incapable of finding other women.”

Katia seemed to hope that Alexander would divorce, so she quickly went to find his documents and

prepared to send them over immediately.

In the hospital.

Alexander hung up the phone and looked at Hazel.

"Let's go. Katia will send all the documents directly; it won't affect your plan."

"Alexander, I'm actually not in a hurry."

Hazel reached out, wanting to wipe the blood off Alexander's hand, "You're bleeding."

"You don't need to worry about it."

Alexander raised his arm to avoid Hazel's hand.

His eyes were cold, "From now on, you have no right to worry about me."

His words sounded angry and like a warning.

Hazel's heart was stung; she looked pitiful, "Alexander, I really didn't mean to hurt you."

Alexander didn't want to say anything more.

He walked away.

And bumped into a nurse on the rounds.

The nurse saw that he had pulled out his IV and was still bleeding.

Obviously, he had pulled it out forcefully.

The nurse was surprised for a moment, then scolded him.

"Mr. Alexander, why are you so careless with yourself? Are you trying to kill yourself? Go back and lie

down. I'll stop the bleeding for you."

Although she was scolding him, her words were filled with urgency and care.

Even a nurse who had nothing to do with him wanted to stop his bleeding.

But what about Hazel?

She was insincere and eager to divorce him.

His heart ached.

He seemed to see the desolate city in his heart being overrun by weeds and vines.

He felt suffocated.

He suppressed his pain and thanked the nurse.

Then he walked out of the ward.

The nurse put down the tray in her hand, wanting to help him stop the bleeding, but he had already

walked out of the ward, so she hurried after him.

"Mr. Alexander, I need to stop the bleeding."

Alexander suppressed his pain and kept walking, "I'm fine."

Hazel followed closely behind.

She wanted to get the divorce certificate as soon as possible to get back to her first love, but she

seemed unable to wait another minute.

Behind them, Harrison had been watching from outside.

Everything he saw made his heart ache.

He felt incredibly angry.

“How can such a terrible woman even exist in this world?” he thought.

If it weren't for Alexander, Harrison would love nothing more than to haul this awful woman onto a ship,

sail her out to international waters, and feed her to the sharks.

His bodyguard, Jack, standing by his side, asked, "Boss, are we really letting Mr. Alexander leave the

hospital like that? His health is still quite weak. Should I go and bring Mr. Alexander back?"

Harrison waved him off, "Let him go."

Jack was a bit worried, "But Mr. Alexander has already fainted once this morning; won't his situation be

dangerous?"

Harrison said solemnly, "Getting him away from Hazel, that's the best way to save his life. If he doesn't

cut ties with this Hazel, that's what's going to really put Alexander's life in danger."

Jack pondered for a moment and thought Harrison had a point. He didn't say anything more.

Just watching Alexander's retreating figure, he felt somewhat pitiful.

Alexander was an important figure in the high ranks of the Rodriguez Group, famous in high society for

his adoring treatment of his wife. He was truly a good man.

But he was deceived by his own wife.

He was beaten black and blue.

Even Jack developed a deep disgust for that awful woman who hurt Alexander.

She seemed polite and gentle. But her true nature was just so awful! She should have left a long time

ago.

Everyone hoped that Alexander and Hazel could divorce as soon as possible.

...

On the other side.

Chloe rushed into the office through the drizzling rain.

Roxanne saw Chloe soaked in the rain, stood up immediately to pour her a glass of water, and handed

it to her.

"You should go to the restroom and blow-dry your hair."

Chloe took the glass of water and took a sip, "No need. I've been running around all morning and

haven't achieved anything."

"Is the bank situation really that tricky?" Roxanne frowned, "You've spent the whole morning on it and

it's still not done?"

"My identification has expired; they won't serve me. I have to update my identification before I can go

back to the bank."

After saying that, Chloe grabbed an umbrella and prepared to leave. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Roxanne quickly said, "Dry your hair before you go. Don't catch a cold."

"It's fine." Chloe opened her umbrella and headed out, "I need to get going, or else I'll waste the

afternoon."

...

Alexander got out of the car, with his driver holding an umbrella for him.

The rain was getting heavier.

Hazel also got out of the car.

Her white high heels stepped into the rainwater, causing Hazel to immediately frown.

They were about to divorce.

Hazel was filled with mixed emotions.

She remembered how Alexander would carry her every time it rained in the past.

From then on, she was afraid she wouldn't be treated like that anymore.

Perhaps it was because she was used to Alexander's attentive care that Hazel actually felt a little

reluctant.

She didn't know if Dean would treat her the same as Alexander did.

People are always so greedy.

Even though she was about to be with Dean, Hazel still hoped that Alexander could treat her as he

used to.

But when she got out of the car, Alexander didn't offer to carry her.

She suddenly felt a loss.

Hazel stood under the umbrella, looking up at Alexander, "Alexander, can you carry me one last time?

My shoes are scared of water."

Alexander coldly said, "I only carry the woman I love. Do you think you are?"

"I..." Hazel didn't ask Alexander to carry her again.

Alexander took the umbrella from the driver, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Hazel quickly followed him, walking into the lobby together.

The day they registered for marriage was also a rainy day, with even heavier rain than today.

A hurried Alexander, disregarding the wind and rain, one hand holding an umbrella, the other carrying

Hazel, rushed in.

Alexander remembered it very clearly.

The marriage started in the rain and ended in the rain.

It seemed like, from the very beginning, there were no good signs.

Hazel suddenly stopped and pulled Alexander.

"What, are you having second thoughts?" Alexander stopped and brushed her hand off his sleeve.

Hazel shook her head, "I don't want to back out. I want to ask you something. After we divorce, will you

marry again?"

Alexander answered, "You have no right to ask."

Hazel bit her lip, "Then... can we still be friends?"

"No." Alexander's answer was very straightforward.

"Just because we're divorced, we can't be friends?" Hazel asked, feeling wronged.

Alexander sneered in his heart.

Then he decisively stepped forward and walked into the lobby.

Eight years had passed, and the layout there hadn't changed at all.

But people and things were completely different.

When they got married, Alexander said, "Hazel, let's never come to this place forever."

Hazel agreed with a smile, "Okay, never."

The forever they promised turned out to be only eight short years.

No, not even eight years.

During those eight years, she betrayed Alexander countless times.

Until they officially divorced, Alexander didn't say a word to Hazel.

Alexander handed Hazel the divorce papers and said, "Congratulations. You've achieved your goal."

"Alexander." Hazel held the divorce papers and frowned, "I wasn't that eager to divorce. I said I would

wait until you were discharged from the hospital. Actually, I'm somewhat reluctant to let you go."

After all, she was used to his attentive care for so many years.

She plucked up the courage and asked boldly, "Alexander, if I came back to you, would you reconcile

with me? I remember you once saying that you would let me make mistakes; as long as I sincerely

regretted them, you would still treat me as well as before."

Alexander gave a cold laugh.

Only Hazel could be such a shameless woman.

He sneered, "Do you still want to keep me as a backup man?"

"I didn't mean that, I..." Hazel knew she had overstepped and didn't say anything more.

"Hazel, from now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. But I'll have my lawyer divvy up

what's rightfully yours and get it to you within three days."

Hazel shot back, "I told you I don't need your stinking money."

People like Hazel, who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, didn't give a hoot about money.

What she craved was the thrill of life.

She even hoped that after their divorce, Alexander would still carry a torch for her.

If she ever changed her mind, she could still bask in the endless affection of Alexander.

She was just that greedy.

However, what Hazel didn't know was that the most precious thing in the world is sincerity.

She had scorned Alexander's true feelings, and then she burned her bridges.

Alexander shifted from his previous affectionate stance to one of complete indifference, "We've had our

run. I won't shortchange you. You'll get what's coming to you."

"Alexander!"

Suddenly, he seemed too good to be true.

She even felt a pang of reluctance.

She wanted to reach out and grab his hand, but he coldly brushed her off.

"Let's not keep in touch anymore," Alexander gave her one last look, then walked away.

He brushed past Hazel.

At that moment, he felt heartbroken.

At that moment, he felt like a load off his shoulders.

Eight years.

Their relationship was done and dusted.

Hazel didn't chase after him.

She stood there, lost in thought.

She believed that, based on Alexander's kindness and his love for her since childhood, if she changed

her mind, he would take her back, right?

She believed in her own charm.

She was not scared of divorce in the slightest.

She wanted to let Dean know about her divorce pronto, so she immediately pulled out her phone.

Alexander left.

The rain had eased up quite a bit.

The drizzle on his face felt as cold as a knife.

This was what autumn felt like.

Waves of cold swept over his body.

He hadn't taken two steps before he collapsed next to a red Porsche.

Chloe, inside the Porsche, was just about to get out.

She was using Roxanne's Porsche to update her identification.

When she saw the tall and frail man collapse next to the car door, Chloe got a real fright and quickly

crouched down to shake Alexander.

"Mr. Alexander, what's wrong? Mr. Alexander!"