I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 33

Eugene Ramirez was just leaving a meeting when his assistant informed him that Alexander was waiting in his office.

He pushed open the door to see Alexander standing with his back to him, staring out the window. "Alexander, what are you doing here? Something wrong?"

The Ramirez Group's legal department was top-notch, so if it wasn't about work, it had to be personal.

Alexander turned, his chiseled features dark and grim. "Where is Natalie Watson?" he asked, his voice low and devoid of warmth.

"Natalie? I haven't seen her. What's wrong, is she missing?" Eugene asked, taken aback. Alexander let out a cold, humorless laugh, his eyes filled with scorn.

"You suspect I'm hiding her?" Eugene realized what he was implying.

"I may not say everything I know, but that doesn't mean I'm blind. Weren't the two of you planning to get away from me? Since she had the guts to ask for a divorce, why is she hiding now?"

Alexander stepped closer, his face a mask of derision.

Eugene was completely baffled. "Planning to get away from you? Why would you think that? And you said you and Natalie are getting a divorce?"

"Stop acting. She's in love with you, she wants to be with you. Don't tell me you didn't know. Why else would she demand a divorce the moment you returned to the country?"

She had been so determined to leave, even giving up their child. It had to be because of Eugene's return.

Eugene's eyes widened in disbelief. "Alexander, you must have misunderstood. How could Natalie possibly be in love with me?"

"Misunderstood?" Alexander scoffed. "I heard it with my own ears."

Over a year ago, if he hadn't overheard her confessing that Eugene was the one she loved and that he was merely a substitute, he would have remained in the dark.

"That's impossible, Alexander. There must be some mistake," Eugene insisted, his expression firm.

He admitted to himself that he had feelings for Natalie, but they were one-sided and long buried. Natalie had never shown any interest in him, and she certainly wouldn't divorce Alexander because of him.

"Just have her come out and see me," Alexander said coldly.

Wanting to clear things up himself, Eugene took out his phone and called Natalie, putting it on speaker.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy."

Alexander's expression changed.

"Text her," he commanded.

Eugene quickly typed out a message on a social app: [Natalie, where are you?]

Alexander drove to the south side of the city, to the old house that had belonged to Natalie's parents.

It was the place she cherished most, holding all her happy childhood memories.

When he arrived, the main gate was open, and movers were carrying furniture out.

He immediately stopped them.

A stranger approached him. "Who are you? The transfer for this house is complete. Is Ms. Watson having second thoughts?"

Alexander grabbed the man by his collar. "You're saying this house has been sold?"

Terrified by his menacing glare, the man quickly explained how he had viewed the house and bought it on the spot.

Alexander released him. In that moment, he finally understood. Natalie had left him for good. She was no longer in Cabinda.

Sitting back in his car, he called Arianna Mitchell to ask about Natalie's whereabouts.

"Alexander Ramirez, you lost her, and now you're asking me? I should be the one settling the score with you!" Within half an hour, alerts were sent to every land, sea, and air transit authority in the city: find a missing woman.