Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 90 - 88- Albert, don’t go

Cynthia felt a wave of regret as she realized she'd spoken too freely, revealing her eagerness to visit Vincent the next day. It wasn't appropriate, especially considering the complicated emotions involved—she was excited to see her first love, but that shouldn't have been shared so openly with her husband, Albert. The moment she spoke, she regretted it, and his cold response only deepened her unease.

After a brief pause, she quickly tried to salvage the situation by calling him, though she hesitated, hearing the sounds of someone coming and going in the background. When he finally picked up, his voice was distant, barely a hint of warmth.

She didn't waste time trying to explain herself. Instead, she asked, "Wilson, where should I wait for you tomorrow? At home or the hospital?" She tried to soften the question, hoping it would ease the tension, and she braced herself for his response. If he said either place, she'd know things were fine. But if he rejected her, she'd have her answer: things were not okay.

Cynthia was left staring at the phone in disbelief, her heart sinking as she tried to decipher Albert's cryptic reply. "Wait there," he had said, but where exactly was she supposed to wait? His vague response was like a cruel riddle, leaving her twisting in uncertainty.

She tried to make sense of his words, but the more she thought, the more frustrated she became. Was he playing with her? It felt like she was caught in a mental game, trying to read his mind, guessing what he meant by "wait there." Surely, this wasn't how communication was supposed to work. How did everyone around him live with such cryptic exchanges? The thought was exhausting.

After racking her brain with no conclusion, she decided to shower and go to bed, hoping that tomorrow would bring clarity.

Meanwhile, Albert Wilson had hung up, his anger momentarily simmering down as he walked into the room. He was already feeling more at ease, his expression softening as he settled into a chair. He had been irritated by Cynthia's bluntness, but it seemed to amuse him in a way. She still had a lot to learn, and he enjoyed the thought of keeping her on edge.

Lucca, sensing the shift in his mood, placed the freshly made curry on the table, her eyes curious as she asked, "Who was that on the phone?"

Albert glanced at her, his face betraying little emotion, and casually replied, "Company business." The conversation ended as he sat down to eat, his mind momentarily distracted from the game he was playing with Cynthia.

Albert paused for a moment, feeling the unexpected warmth of Lucca's embrace from behind. For a brief second, he almost let himself be swayed by the touch, but he quickly shook the thought away. The coldness of the apartment, the distance between them, and the gnawing sense of unease that had settled in his chest made him want to escape.

He had been in this apartment countless times before, but now it felt suffocating, as though the walls themselves were closing in. The memories of quieter, simpler days spent in his small apartment flashed before him—the comfort, the peace it once gave him. This place, once a refuge, now seemed to weigh him down.

"Albert, please... don't go," Lucca's voice trembled with a mixture of confusion and desperation, but he remained still, unable to look at her.

He sighed, his voice distant as he replied, "I'm not hungry, Lucca. I just... I can't stay."

Her grip tightened around him, but there was no warmth in his heart. The disconnection between them had grown too large to ignore. Despite all the years they'd spent together, all the moments they had shared, it no longer felt like enough.

"I'll be back later," he added, his tone colder than he intended. Without waiting for a response, he gently pulled away from her hold, leaving her standing there, hurt and confused.

As he walked out of the apartment, the door closing behind him with a soft click, he didn't look back. In that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about the pain he might have caused. He needed to escape, to clear his head, and to find some peace again—something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Albert Wilson's brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of impatience crossing his face as he raised his hand to gently pry away Lucca's arms from around his waist. However, to his surprise, she clung on even tighter.

"Albert, please stay tonight," Lucca pleaded, her voice soft but urgent. "I know you're angry with me, but let's sit down and talk, okay?"

When he didn't respond, she quickly moved in front of him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her large, glistening eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him, her voice breaking as she spoke again.

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"Albert, you know I've been by your side for all these years, completely devoted to you. I've even gone so far as to gather evidence of Karl's corruption, putting myself in harm's way to help you bring him down. I..." Her words trailed off as the tears began to fall.

The sight of her tears, the vulnerability in her voice, caused a shift in Albert. His usually composed expression softened, and a slight crack appeared in the armor he had built around himself. He had always known what Lucca had done for him, the sacrifices she had made. She had stood by him through thick and thin, but now, as she cried in front of him, he found it hard to ignore the weight of her devotion.

It was true—two years ago, the plan to take down Karl had been his doing. He had orchestrated it, but back then, he hadn't anticipated that William S. Lancaster would intervene with his own money and resources, making it impossible for Albert's plan to succeed. His power had not been enough to ensure a clean victory, and the failure still lingered in his mind like an unhealed wound.

As Lucca's sobs filled the silence between them, Albert found himself at a crossroads. He had never been one to give in to emotional displays, yet something about her tears made him question everything.

After the plan failed, Albert went through a long period of depression. Eventually, Lucca, ever persistent, offered to help again, requesting to infiltrate Karl's circle and continue gathering evidence against him, aiming to deliver the final blow.

At first, Albert had refused without hesitation. He didn't want to drag anyone else into this mess. But Lucca insisted, telling him, "Albert, as long as you don't get your revenge, you'll never be able to settle down and live in peace with me. I just want us to be happy sooner rather than later. Your fight is my fight too." And so, she spent two more years by Karl's side, secretly collecting evidence.

But after Karl was impeached, he became more cautious than ever. The man was already sly and deceitful, and now he was even more guarded, making it harder for her to find any incriminating evidence.

Seeing that she had managed to keep him by her side for the time being, Lucca couldn't help but curve her lips into a small, satisfied smile. Then, she rose onto her tiptoes and gently kissed his lips, pressing her soft body against his as she whispered in his ear, "Albert, it's been so long since we've been together..."

Indeed, it had been a long time. Since the New Year, they hadn't shared a moment. They had known each other since he was seven years old, when she saved him. Over the years, their relationship had evolved into something deeper, and after they became adults, they finally became romantically involved. But since she had joined Karl's side, they couldn't meet openly, and their encounters became infrequent. Sometimes it was once a week, sometimes once every few weeks, and sometimes even once a month.

But since coming back from the New Year, they hadn't been together once. She had hinted at it many times, but each time, he made excuses, citing work or fatigue. Lucca knew well enough that, at his age and strength, it was impossible for him to be too tired for those things.

That left only one explanation in her mind: it had to be that woman who had captured his attention. Lucca had heard that he had stayed with this woman during the New Year period, and it had thrown her into a state of panic. She wasn't naive enough to believe he had no other women in his life, but this one was different.