Chained To The Cold CEO: Why Won't My Husband Let Me Leave?

lable. Please try again later." A monotone reco

restless, eyed Freya Brown.

red a weary smile. "Would it be alr

her the anesthesia consent for

o hear his voice. If this had been a matter of life or death, she

effect, and the doctor began plucking out bits of glass

figured she might as well do something useful. Somehow, her attempt at clean

glanced up and asked if she

ts she slept just fine, but tonight was diff

, cutting the co

nd noticed a message from an unfamiliar

rk and unclear, Freya inst

nd crossed at the ankle, his tall frame relaxed on the sofa. No matter where

Even when he smiled, there was a distan

e clear just how close he had

yet she immediately re

t had always bel

nd delicate features stand out even more. Her time overseas had given her an elegant, artisti

of them to drink together. Yvonne's cheeks turned pink,

ss smile as he lifted his glass

o stoppe

tightly, a wry smile

ense-why Alexander had

be with Yvonne the m

eya all night, which was exa

ever quite the same. No matter how hard Freya trie

typed a message to Alexander. "It's time to finalize the

r looked at Freya with anything resembling affection. Every

most-had been the one to force him into this union. For Alexander, marryi

ing cancer, and the life-saving treatments cost a fortune. When Tricia offered

ured herself into caring for Alexander, meeting his ev

of kindness after all she had done. But when Freya needed him most, needing only his signat

est as tears spilled through t

had already settled over the city. She had barely turned the key in her car's

it, but habit overpowered

ice to sound indi

r. "Freya, Alexander's had too much to d

d reply, the ca

if Alexander ended up spending the night with Yvonne, wo

d then she started the engine a

ght hand. For a brief moment, Yvonne's poised image from the video flashed in her mind

comfort. Even if she had lost, she w

er from too many drinks. Alexander sat apart from them all, in the same pose as in the

exander, but on Yvonne, who leaned against

heeks only adde

wn-on cardigan over her loungewear, no makeup, no style. She looked every inch t

. Scott, please don't take this the wrong way. I just had a few drinks too many and got

s the kind of gentle innocence Yvonne used to disguise her own int

be ridiculous! Everybody knows Alexander likes you. He can't stan

Bailee Barnes, Yvon

oom, each person looking at Freya with th

ther Alexander cares for her or not, she's still his wife," she s

apologetic smile. "Please don't mi

"It's alright. She's telling th

rp laugh. "At least

ow much Alexander can't stand me, I'm still his wife. And no mat

the air, sharp eno

nk from the drink

n't together. If you never showed up, they'd be a real family wi

? Maybe someone should ask if Alexander was e

ack to health, handling every little

n, she was supposed to step aside

mood even more the lo