My billionaire husband chasing me back

Alexander sat in his office, the lights dimmed to a soft glow, casting long shadows that danced eerily across the room. The silence was thick, broken only by the faint ticking of a wall clock. His assistant, James, stood before him, shuffling nervously with a folder in his hands. As James carefully detailed the latest findings about Vanessa's schemes—how she had been secretly sabotaging Emily's every move—Alexander's expression shifted from confusion to anger, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity.

Rage flickered in Alexander's eyes, sharp and piercing, as he listened to the full extent of Vanessa's manipulations. Each word James spoke felt like a hammer striking an anvil, echoing painfully in his mind. Vanessa's deceit was deeper and more calculated than he could have ever imagined. She had played him like a fool, using his affection as a weapon against Emily.

Alexander's voice was low, trembling with barely suppressed fury. "For years, I thought Vanessa was someone who was… different. Pure-hearted. Kind. I defended her even when others questioned her motives. I wanted to believe in her, in her innocence. But this? She's nothing but a liar and a manipulator." He slammed his fist onto the desk, making James flinch. "I let her turn me against Emily. I was blind."

James nodded, choosing his words carefully. "It's true, sir. Vanessa's been scheming for a while. She's more cunning than any of us realized. But Emily… she never gave up. No matter what Vanessa threw at her, she stood tall."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the walls of his office. Regret clawed at his insides. "Emily always was the strong one," he muttered, almost to himself. Memories of her flashed in his mind—her smile, the way she looked at him with hope, the silent pain in her eyes every time he left her to chase after Vanessa. He had been too caught up in Vanessa's web to see what was right in front of him.

But what truly ate at him now was the mention of Nathan at Emily's celebration. The moment James uttered his name, Alexander's heart twisted painfully, his jealousy bubbling to the surface like molten lava. Nathan was at the party, standing by Emily's side, sharing in her joy, being the man Alexander once promised he would be.

Alexander's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles turning white. The image of Nathan effortlessly winning Emily's favor, saying the right words, doing all the things Alexander hadn't done—it was unbearable. "Nathan," Alexander spat, his voice seething with venom. "Always showing up when it matters. Always there to play the hero." He clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure. "Why him, James? Why does she look at him like that?"

James hesitated, knowing this was a dangerous path. "Sir, Nathan's just been… supportive. He's there when she needs someone. But it's not too late—"

"Supportive," Alexander scoffed, cutting James off. "You think that's all it takes? I was there first! I was the one she loved! And now she's… what? Throwing herself into his arms because he knows how to smile and play nice? She was mine!" His voice cracked, the admission stinging more than he cared to admit. "I pushed her away, but that doesn't mean she gets to replace me with some… with him."

James glanced at the shattered glass on the floor, the jagged pieces reflecting the harsh light. "Emily's not replacing you, sir. She's just… trying to heal. She deserves happiness, too."

Alexander's eyes flashed with pain and anger. He knew James was right, but it didn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The thought of Emily moving on, smiling with someone else, drove him to the brink. "Nathan has no idea what she's been through—what I've put her through," Alexander snapped. "And now he's swooping in like some white knight, while I'm left here, watching from the sidelines. How can she just… let him in?"

James sighed softly, trying to find a way to calm Alexander. "Sir, you're the only one who can change this. You still have a chance to make things right with Emily. She's hurt, but she's not gone."

Alexander rubbed his temples, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess of jealousy, regret, and desperation. "I've hurt her so much. And Nathan… he's just there, picking up the pieces I shattered." He paused, staring at the wall as if trying to see through it. "But I won't lose her. Not to him. Not to anyone. I don't care what it takes—I'll show her that I'm not the man I used to be."

There was a brief silence as Alexander's resolve hardened. He turned his gaze back to James, the determination in his eyes fierce and unyielding. "Get me everything you can on Nathan," Alexander demanded, his voice cold and commanding. "I need to know what I'm up against. Every detail, every move he's made with Emily. I'm not going to sit back and watch him take her from me."

James nodded, though he could see the war Alexander was fighting within himself. "Understood, sir. But remember, this isn't just about winning her back—it's about being the man she deserves."

Alexander's expression softened for a moment, a rare glimpse of vulnerability showing through. "I know, James. I'm done making excuses. I've lost too much time already. But I won't let her walk away without knowing how much she means to me." His voice wavered slightly, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. "Emily's not just some game. She's… everything."

For Alexander, this wasn't just a fight for love—it was his chance at redemption, a chance to prove that he could be the man Emily deserved. The battle was far from over, and Alexander knew he had a long road ahead. But one thing was certain: he wasn't going to let Nathan, or anyone else, take Emily from him without a fight.