He Lost Her Forever Novel by Jude Mercer _ Novel



He Lost Her Forever Novel by Jude Mercer _ Novel

He Lost Her Forever Chapter 01

A saying circulated among the upper class: every man on earth might cheat on their wives, but Alexander Pierce never would.
He was disciplined, principled, elegant, and devoted solely to the wife he'd loved since high school.
Yet, in their fifth year of marriage, Elizabeth Sterling got word that Alexander was keeping a mistress.
When she received the photos, Elizabeth froze.
His mistress wasn't a beautiful girl or a successful white-collar, but a divorced owner of a breakfast stall—ordinary in background and appearance, even three years older than Alexander!
Yet Alexander's eyes was filled with affection and tenderness when he gazed at her.
At nine o'clock that evening, Alexander returned home, looking as cool and stoic as ever, his suit sharp, looking as prim and put-together as ever.
Elizabeth sat on the sofa in the dark. As he approached, she violently hurled the stack of photos at him. The sheets scattered and fluttered to the floor.
"Alexander, explain yourself."
Alexander fell silent for a moment, then bent down to pick up the scattered photos one by one. A man known for his obsession with cleanliness, he was now gently wiping the dust from the woman's face in the pictures.
He looked up, his gaze calm as it met hers: "There is nothing to explain.
It's true. I've fallen in love with her."
Elizabeth felt as if an invisible hand were strangling her; her breath caught, and her mind went blank.
"You've fallen in love with her?"
Her voice trembled with every word. "Then what about me?
Alexander, when you confessed to me under the moonlight at 16, you said you would only love me and couldn't even see anyone else!"
Alexander watched her agitated state, his eyes showing not a trace of emotion, only a deep weariness.
"I did say that."
He spoke, his tone still even but carrying a cruel clarity. "But Elizabeth, loving you all these years... it has exhausted me."
"We dated for four years and have been married for five. I have loved you for nine whole years.
In all that time, every time you got upset, haven't I always been the one to swallow my pride and beg for your forgiveness?
That limited-edition bag you fancied—I flew overnight abroad to get it for you. When you were unhappy because my secretary eyed for me, I immediately fired her. When you craved your favorite pastries in the middle of the night, I drive two hours just to get them for you, even if I had an important meeting the next morning..."
He listed them one by one—moments Elizabeth had once thought were sweet memories of being cherished, but which now served as evidence of her "unreasonable" demands.
"For you, I have lost almost all my dignity and my sense of self.
But Elizabeth, I'm human too. I get tired."
He paused, his gaze drifting into the empty air. "Three months ago, you were angry because I forgot to buy your favorite dessert. No matter how I tried to make it up to you, you wouldn't forgive me.
I stood outside your door all night. The next morning, I still went to get that mango pastry you love, but my stomach hurt so badly I passed out in front of Emily Brooks' breakfast stall."
"It was she who gave me medicine, cooked me some chicken soup, and used her slightly callused hands to gently massage my stomach where it was cramping in pain."
As he spoke, his voice actually took on a tenderness with nostalgic affection Elizabeth had never felt before. "With her, I felt a warmth I never felt with you.
That day was the most comfortable, most relaxed day I've had in these nine years.
I finally let go of all my exhaustion."
Elizabeth trembled all over, her head buzzing, barely able to stay upright: "So, just... just because of a bowl of chicken soup?
You're throwing away our nine years of love and falling for her?"
Alexander looked back at her, his gaze complicated: "Elizabeth, you are beautiful. In all these years, among all kinds of women, I haven't seen anyone more beautiful than you.
You are also brilliant; your piano career is flourishing, admired by everyone.
But just because of that, I always have to look up to you, walking on eggshells to please you, placing you on a pedestal."
"Emily is ordinary. She's not pretty or accomplished, but she can make me chicken soup when my stomach aches, and massage me when I'm tired. With her… I feel peace I've never known, and a sense of belonging."
A sense of belonging?
Those words pierced Elizabeth's heart like blades.
Then what had their home of nine years been?

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