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Jaxon looked at the painting he had bought from the exhibition and he sighed. He hadn't expected to buy it but he hadn't expected to see Alva with a child.

Like when did she have time to see another man, hadn't she missed him? How could she have another child when they were still married?

He ruffled his hair multiple times and didn't see the attendant that came to him, "excuse me, sir?"

"Uhn?" He looked at her.

"Would you like some wine... I see you're distressed?"

"No no, I'm fine,"

If he took a wine now, he wouldn't be able to stop and that wouldn't be good, he would just wait till he was home, then he would drink himself into a stupor.

He leaned against the cushioned chair and waited for the plane to arrive in America.

Once it did, it was the next day already, about some hours into the morning and he took a cab to his villa, he just wanted to drink himself to a stupor and die probably.

He was so stupid, what had made him think she would wait for him, that she still liked him, she h