Chapter 0277
Ella POV
The contents of the box were baffling. It was filled with a dotle assortment of papers: business receipts, handwritten letters from people whose names I didn’t recognize or who hadn’t signed them at all.
From the few lines 1 skimmed, the letters seemed meaningless, scattered fragments of someone else’s life. I wasn’t willing to sit and read them one by one. That still fell like too much of a violation of Alexander’s privacy.
I carefully began separating the contents into piles: receipts, letters, technical documents that might as well have been written in a foreign language for all I understood them, and photos.
There weren’t many photos, but the ones I found did little to illuminate the mystery of who Alexander was or what he was hiding.
A few were of him as a young man, standing beside his father or with a boy who I assumed was his younger brother. I couldn’t help but notice Diana was conspicuously absent from any of the pictures.
There were also group photos–classmates, friends at parties, happy moments frozen in time. One photo stood out: Alexander in racing gear, grinning broadly as he posed next to a sleek car.
They were snapshots of happier days, glimpses of a life before he became Alpha, before he had to guard every part of himself so carefully.
A pang of guilt hit me as I sifted through the box. I felt like an intruder, prying into memories that weren’t mine to see. This wasn’t why I’d opened the box–I hadn’t wanted to see his past laid bare, just find some clue to the
present.
But where else was I supposed to look?
I stared at the disorganized piles in front of me, frustration and regret knotting together in my chest. There were no answers here, just more questions.
This was pointless.
I sighed and began putting the piles back into the box, trying to erase the evidence of my intrusion. If Alexander noticed the mess, I’d just say I accidentally knocked it over and apologize.
As I reached for the lid to seal the box, my fingers fumbled, and it slipped from my hands. It hit the floor at an awkward angle, and something fluttered out from beneath it.
I froze, staring at the item on the floor. A sheet of paper? No–a photo.
I picked it up, my heart seizing in my chest the moment I saw it.
Alexander looked younger in the image, though clearly an adult. Beside him stood a blonde woman with a radiant, loving smile that seemed to light up the frame. His arm was wrapped around her, and she leaned into his embrace in a way that spoke volumes about their closeness.
The connection between them was unmistakable.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, but that wasn’t why I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face. There was something hauntingly familiar about her.
I didn’t know her, not personally, but I’d seen her somewhere before.
I sank onto the floor, holding the photo in trembling hands. My mind raced, flipping through fragments of
memories as I tried to place her. That smile–it stirred something deep within me, a feeling I couldn’t quite name.
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Who was she? I felt like I was staring into the face of a ghost
That was it! I must have seen her in the original timeline. it where? And when?
My eyes went wide, and the picture slipped from my trembling fingers, fluttering to the floor. A memory surged to the surface, vivid and undeniable.
The scandal that had destroyed Alexander in the original timeline the one that dominated the media for months
that’s where I had seen this woman before.
This blonde woman, his ex, was at the center of it all.
I gasped softly, recalling the fleeting dream I’d had of her face not long ago. At the time, I couldn’t hold on to the memory; it had faded into the recesses of my mind. But now, there was no denying it.
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