The Jerk Ceo's

Painkillers

...Happy Reading's...

The end of winter in Bei city is very cold.

Hospital downstairs, in a black car. The driver looked through the rearview mirror at the man who was crazy and asked "Director Alex where are we going?"

Alex with his tired appearance lay on the chair. Eyes closed and said "Go home."

When the word- "home" was uttered by Alex, she herself felt shocked.

For three years, Alex never said the word “home”. He every time told the driver to go back to Villa Mutiara. In her heart was only Clarice, not home.

After his driver hesitated for a moment, he drove the car to Villa Mutiara.

He opened the door, as he entered the villa, the air outside came in.

Alex vibrates and presses the switch. His entire house immediately became bright.

Large living room. A soft crystal glow emanated on Alex's heavy face, he looked at the door of the empty house. His heart broke, and stopped. He immediately went upstairs and walked into the bedroom.

Just opening the room door, the scent of Clarice's perfume entered her nose.

Alex who was initially silent turned on the lights quickly. The room was empty, no one.

For a moment, a heavy breath suddenly came from the left chest. Alex patted his chest uncomfortably. Since when, her heart that once hated Clarice also hurt because of this woman.

His body weakened and Alex could only lie on the bed, and his body went into the soft bed.

As she opened her eyes the wedding photos on the wall started to show.

Perhaps he had never seen it seriously, so when he looked at the photo now, he could only find that the smile on Clarice's face was so bright and dazzling, and she stood by his side with an indifferent expression looking out of place.

Again, he saw the signature. When Clarice signed him, what kind of mood did she experience?

For three years, Alex never seriously saw their marriage. Until now, he wanted to think about it, but he was not willing to think about it. He did not dare to think anymore!

Alex got up and put the divorce papers to the table beside the bed. He had just opened the cupboard and his eyes were attracted by the bottle bottle that was inside.

As he took one of the bottles to look at it, his writing went into his gaze, Alex was momentarily silent, and then trembled for a moment.

All powerful painkillers are filled with painkillers.

Did the woman just use painkillers to numb the pain all this time? Did he give up on treatment and wait to die?

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled his own voice.

It's all because of Alex. It was obvious that it was her own words that had hurt Clarice. He asked her to die and her every move forced him to die.

In an instant, in his mind was visited by the pale face of Clarice who was tortured cruelly by herself, her painful face, a face that flowed tears and despair.

Alex's emotions flooded the sea, and could not control the tremors all over his body, and the white pill in the pill bottle spilled out. Alex was sitting on the bed, his heart ached like it was being pierced by a machete, his trembling hand holding a pill that fell on the blanket and stuffing it into his mouth.

One by one, until the entire mouth filled up, the pills that were bitter and numb, he swallowed all the pills into the stomach with one swallow.

He suddenly recalled, not long ago, even though Clarice had been suffering from pain, he still choked her neck and poured pills down her throat and spat blood out.

How painful was his body and heart at that time?

The pill bottle in hand slipped and slammed onto the ground, giving off a crisp crisp sound.

Alex held his chest tight. At this moment, the shortness of breath and the feeling of pain in his heart did not decrease at all, the powerful painkillers were no different either. The more he ate it, nor could he stop the heartache.