I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 32

At Cabinda Airport, Natalie Watson called Arianna Mitchell after clearing security to tell her she was about to fly to London.

"So soon?" Arianna's voice was thick with emotion.

"I wanted to see you off, but I'm out of town and can't get back in time. Natalie, please take care of yourself. You'll be all alone over there..." Her voice broke, and she started to cry.

Natalie's eyes reddened as well. "My visa came through, and I didn't want to waste any more time."

Besides, other than Arianna, there was nothing left for her in Cabinda.

"Come on, don't cry. I'll come back to visit, and you can come see me when you're not busy." "I definitely will."

"Arianna, there's something I need to ask you," Natalie said.

"I know you don't want Alexander Ramirez to know where you are. Don't worry, I'll never tell him. Let him live with his regret!"

Arianna knew exactly what she was thinking without her having to say it.

But would Alexander regret it? Natalie gave a self-deprecating laugh. He wouldn't. The tool had served its purpose. It was time to discard it.

The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker.

Natalie ended the call with Arianna and blocked every contact on her phone except for Arianna and Madelyn.

Then she pulled her luggage toward the gate.

The next day, on the top floor of the Ramirez Building, Alexander Ramirez was in a foul mood.

His cold aura made the entire secretarial staff walk on eggshells, terrified of making a mistake. When a document needed his signature, the secretaries passed it around, none of them daring to take it in.

Just then, Aaron Lee walked by.

One of the secretaries shoved the file into his arms, pleading, "Aaron, please, we really don't dare go in."

Truthfully, he was intimidated too, but he couldn't show it.

After a quick joke, he took the file, knocked, and entered.

Alexander flipped it open and frowned. "Why is this in size five font?"

Aaron peered over. The font was fine; it was always size five.

He burst through the door and headed straight for the second floor.

The guest room door was open, still empty. His eyes immediately landed on the desk in front of the window.

On it lay a document and a small, glittering ring. He strode over.

The words "Divorce Agreement" caught his eye, with a wedding ring identical to his own resting quietly on top.

So, that was why she came back yesterday. To leave the divorce papers and her ring. The frost on his brow deepened.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Natalie Watson's number. A divorce just like that? Unthinkable.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy." The automated voice was mechanical.

Furious, Alexander sent a text: [You have half an hour to get back here and see me, or the divorce is off the table!] The moment he hit send, a delivery failure notification appeared—a red exclamation mark next to his message.

She had blocked him.

Alexander's face was so dark it looked like it could drip ink.