Chapter 165 It''s really happening


    "Sandra, I need you to keep a close eye on the stock market," ire said, her voice steady but urgent. "With this news, things are going to get vtile, and we need to be on top of it." Sandra nodded, already turning to herputer. "Got it, ire. I''ll monitor it closely and let you know of any major changes."


    Inside ire''s office, she sat in her chair, still like a statue. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts she couldn''t even begin toprehend. The recent events were too overwhelming. "This is crazy, I can''t believe this is happening," she muttered to herself, breaking the heavy silence.


    Suddenly, her phone rang, and a flood of emails started pouring in. The constant ringing added to her stress, pushing her to the edge. Unable to take it any longer, she shut her phone down, seeking a moment of peace. It was probably the first time ire felt so overwhelmed by the news.


    This news was crucial for her and herpany, and the weight of it pressed heavily on her shoulders.


    Meanwhile, at Harris Company, Christian burst into the meeting room where Alex was engaged in a discussion. Christian''s face was pale with panic as he apologized for interrupting and called out to Alex. The room fell silent as Alex looked up, irritation shing in his eyes at the untimely disruption.


    "What is it, Christian?" he snapped, trying to maintain hisposure in front of his clients.


    "I''m sorry, Alex, but I need to talk to you urgently," Christian insisted, his voice shaking slightly.


    Alex turned to his clients with an apologetic smile. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and frustration. As he stepped out of the room with Christian, his clients exchanged puzzled nces, whispering among themselves about the sudden interruption.


    In the hallway, Alex''s irritation was evident. "This better be important, Christian. What''s going on?" he demanded.


    Christian, still visibly shaken, pulled out his phone and handed it to Alex. "You need to see this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Alex''s eyes scanned the screen, and his face twisted into a look of disbelief and confusion. "How can someone know about my marriage with ire?" he muttered, more to himself than to Christian.


    Christian nodded, understanding his boss''s shock. "I don''t know, Alex. Apparently, someone leaked a photo of your wedding with ire, and it''s spreading fast. We need to address this before it spirals out of control."


    Alex ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. "This is bad. Really bad. ire must be going through hell right now."


    Christian nodded again. "You should contact her. I get a feeling this news isn''t going down fast. I will try to delete and block the news about your marriage."


    "Please deal with this Christian. I don''t care how much money we will have to use but make sure the news has to be gone."


    "I will try my best, Alex."


    His mind was elsewhere, consumed with worry as he headed towards his office, his brisk steps echoing in the hallway. His secretary, J, looked up with concern


    as he approached.


    "J, please handle the rest of the meeting for me," Alex instructed hastily, not pausing to exin further. He reached his office door and let himself in, shutting it firmly behind him. His eyes fell on the desk where his phoney, silent and untouched. There were several missed calls from ire, his heart sinking as he realized the gravity of the situation.


    "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, berating himself for forgetting his phone during such a critical moment. He quickly dialed ire''s number, but it went straight to voicemail. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach. He tried again, still no answer. Frustrated, he sent a text message, hoping for a reply that didn''t


    Growing more anxious by the second, Alex dialed ire''s office number next, but it rang unanswered. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them reassuring. Just as he was contemting rushing over to ire''s office, Christian, his PR advisor, appeared at the doorway.


    "Alex, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Christian asked, noticing the distress written all over Alex''s face.


    "I need to see ire. I need to make sure she is alright."


    Alex replied urgently, already moving towards the door.


    Christian ced a restraining hand on Alex''s arm. "Hold on, Alex. Think this through. The press is out in force today; they''ll jump on any opportunity for a story. Going out there now could make things worse."


    Alex paused, his jaw clenched in frustration. Christian had a point, as much as he hated to admit it.


    "So, what do we do?" he asked, trying to find a solution amidst the chaos of his thoughts.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    "I''ll go see ire instead," Christian suggested. "It''ll be less conspicuous. I can assess the situation and report back to you."


    Alex hesitated, torn between his instinct to handle things himself and the rationality of Christian''s advice. "Alright," he finally conceded reluctantly. "But be careful and let me know the moment you find out anything."


    Christian nodded assuredly. "I''ll handle it, Alex. Just stay put for now."


    With a nod, Alex retreated back into his office, his mind still racing with worry.


    Frowning, Alex picked up his phone and saw a flood of missed calls and messages. His parents then called him. With a sigh, he answered the call from his mother. "Alex are you okay, dear?" his mother''s voice carried concern over the line. "Yeah, Mum, I''m okay," Alex replied, rubbing his forehead. "just a bit overwhelmed right now."


    "We saw the news about you and ire," his mother continued gently. "We didn''t expect your marriage to be leaked like that. Are you both alright?"


    Alex pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the weight of the situation. "I''m... I''m fine for now. But I don''t know about ire."


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    "Have you spoken to her?" his mother inquired.


    "I tried calling her," Alex admitted, frustration creeping into his voice, "but her phone is off."


    "You need to find out who leaked those photos, Alex," his mother urged, her tone bing more insistent. "This was supposed to be a private ceremony."


    "I know, Mum," Alex sighed heavily. "I will. I need to figure out who did this."


    Alex sat at his desk. He had logged on to his social media ounts to see thements.


    he scrolled through the feed, the deleted post that had caused such a stir somehow finding its way back into cirction. Despite its removal, it had been retweeted and reposted numerous times, spreading like wildfire across the inte. Curiosity mingled with dread as he began reading thements. Wait, is this true?


    One user eximed; their disbelief evident in the hastily typed words.


    I can''t believe Alex is married!


    Anotherment caught his attention.


    Is this the reason why Alex work with Metacortex cause his wife is the CEO?


    Another one replied.


    Ex-wife to be precise. I remember reading it online about their divorce.


    What? They are divorced. What is this crazy shit!


    Alex clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk. He read on, thements swirling around him like a storm.


    As he scrolled, the weight of the situation bore down on him. Eachment, each spection, was like a dagger, reopening wounds he thought had healed. He tossed his phone onto the desk with a frustrated sigh, his hand instinctively moving to ruffle his hair in agitation.


    "This can''t be happening," he muttered to himself, staring nkly at the ceiling.