Wram 377

Wram 377 Summary

 

In Chapter 377 of “Wram 377,” Alexander finds himself in a tense conversation with his friend Anthony, who teases him about returning to Connecticut to see Madison, his former assistant. Anthony’s playful jabs reveal Alexander’s inner turmoil regarding his feelings for Madison and the possibility that she has moved on with her life. Alexander insists he is not stalking her but rather seeks some form of closure or understanding. Anthony challenges him to confront his true motivations, highlighting that Madison has built a new life without him, which frustrates Alexander.

 

As the conversation progresses, Alexander grapples with the reality of his past relationship with Madison and his current dissatisfaction with life. He reflects on his penthouse, stagnant engagement, and unfulfilled career, realizing the depth of his unhappiness. Anthony’s words resonate with him, forcing Alexander to confront the uncomfortable truth that he may have been miserable for years. This moment of introspection is pivotal, pushing him to consider the implications of returning to Madison’s life.

 

The chapter takes a more serious turn when Anthony mentions seeing Madison’s mother with a child at the café, sparking a wave of anxiety in Alexander. The thought of Madison potentially being married or having a child devastates him, challenging his perception of their past and the possibility of a future together. Despite his denial, the reality of Madison moving on becomes increasingly apparent, leaving Alexander feeling vulnerable and uncertain about his next steps. Anthony’s advice to consider Madison’s new life and the possibility of her happiness becomes a haunting reminder of what Alexander stands to lose.

 

Ultimately, Alexander is left standing on the sidewalk, overwhelmed by the weight of his emotions and the uncertain path ahead as he prepares to confront his past and the choices he must make regarding Madison. The chapter ends with a sense of urgency and introspection, as Alexander must decide whether to pursue his feelings or accept the reality of their separation.

 

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**Wram 377**

**Chapter 377**

**Alexander**

“Let’s be honest here, you’re absolutely going back,” Anthony said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “This is just too good. Alexander Knight, reduced to shadowing his former assistant in a quaint little town in Connecticut. I can’t get enough of this.”

“I’m not stalking her,” I shot back, irritation creeping into my voice.

“What would you label it then?” he challenged, leaning back in his chair with that infuriatingly casual demeanor of his.

“Persistent inquiry,” I replied, trying to sound dignified.

“Alex, that’s literally the textbook definition of stalking,” he chuckled, clearly enjoying this.

I shot him a glare, but his laughter only grew louder.

“Listen,” he said, his tone shifting to something softer, more earnest. “I know you better than anyone. You’re as stubborn as a mule, and when you set your sights on something, you don’t back down.”

“And your point is?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.

“My point is, you need to figure out what it is that you actually want. Is it closure? An explanation? Or are you hoping to bring Madison back into your life?” His gaze locked onto mine, and I felt the weight of his words. “At least be honest with yourself.”

I found myself staring into my coffee cup, the dark liquid swirling as I absentmindedly turned the mug in my hands. “I don’t know,” I finally admitted, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

“That’s the most genuine thing you’ve said all morning,” Anthony said, signaling for the check. “But let’s face the facts. Madison has clearly moved on. She’s built a life for herself in Connecticut, complete with a café she created from the ground up. She might even have someone new in her life. You can’t just stroll back in and expect everything to revert to how it once was.”

“I’m aware of that,” I said, my voice tinged with frustration.

“Are you really? Because you’re behaving like a man who believes he can fix everything with nothing but sheer determination and a designer suit.”

“The suit cost four thousand dollars,” I corrected him, my pride flaring up.

“And there’s the Alexander Knight I know and tolerate,” he said with a playful grin. “But my point remains. If you decide to go back—and trust me, I know you will—you need to brace yourself for the possibility that she might tell you to get lost again.”

“She didn’t exactly tell me to get lost,” I countered, trying to defend my position.

“She told you to go back to your wife. That’s even worse,” he shot back, and I had to concede that he had a valid point.

The waitress approached with the check, and I snatched it up before Anthony could reach for it. “This one’s on me,” I declared, wanting to assert my independence.

“You always say that,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Because I earn significantly more than you do,” I stated, trying to sound casual.

“And you’re so modest about it too,” he teased, standing up and stretching. “So, when are you planning on heading back?”

“Who says I’m going back?” I shot back, feigning nonchalance.

“Alex. Come on,” he urged, his tone shifting to one of genuine concern.

I let out a long, resigned sigh. “Today, at two o’clock.”

“Today? You’re actually going back today?” Anthony’s eyes lit up with excitement. “This is even better than I anticipated! What happened to playing it cool? Giving her some space?”

“I told her I’d return,” I replied, standing up and leaving cash on the table. “I keep my promises.”

“Even when the woman in question explicitly told you not to come back?”

“Especially then,” I asserted, my resolve hardening.

Anthony shook his head, laughter bubbling up once more. “You’re certifiably insane. But I respect your commitment to making poor choices,” he said, giving my shoulder a friendly clap. “Just call me afterward. I want to know if she kicks you out or throws something at you.”

“Thanks for the boost of confidence,” I replied dryly.

“That’s what friends are for,” he said as he made his way toward the door, then paused, glancing back at me. “Hey, Alex?”

“What?” I asked, turning to face him.

“For what it’s worth, I genuinely hope she gives you a chance. You’ve been miserable for five years, even if you won’t admit it,” he said, his expression turning serious. “And maybe it’s time for you to be honest about why.”

Before I could respond, he was gone, the cheerful chime of the bell above the door ringing in his wake.

I stood there for a moment, his words reverberating in my mind. Miserable for five years. Was that really true? Had I been that unhappy?

I began to reflect on my life. The penthouse that felt like a hollow shell. The engagement that had stagnated, never moving forward. The work that consumed my days but left me feeling unfulfilled. I still occasionally found myself searching for Madison in meetings, half-expecting her to walk in with coffee and that knowing smile of hers.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

Maybe Anthony was right. Maybe I had been miserable. Perhaps I had simply become so adept at pretending everything was fine that I had convinced myself it was reality.

Stepping out of the café, the brisk morning air hit my face, and I tried to shake off the uncomfortable truths that Anthony had forced me to confront. The city was alive around me, people rushing past, each absorbed in their own lives, their own struggles.

“Wait up!” Anthony’s voice called from behind me, breaking through my thoughts.

I turned to see him jogging to catch up, his coat flapping in the wind.

“What now?” I asked, exasperation creeping into my voice.

“You mentioned there was someone with Madison at the café, right?” He fell into step beside me, his curiosity palpable. “Who was he?”

I shrugged, attempting to feign indifference but failing miserably. “I don’t know. Just some guy.”

“You don’t know?” Anthony’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “The Alexander Knight I know would have conducted a full background check by now. Social security number, credit score, dating history back to kindergarten.”

“Why do you care?” I asked, trying to divert the conversation.

“Because when you were talking about him, you looked like you wanted to murder him,” he replied with a grin.

I began walking toward my car, trying to shake off the tension. “I wasn’t that obvious.”

“You were exactly that obvious,” he insisted, keeping pace with me. “So what if he’s her boyfriend?”

The words struck me harder than I expected. I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? That’s your entire answer?” Anthony scrutinized my face, searching for something deeper. “Come on, Alex. Give me something here.”

“What do you want me to say?” I resumed walking, my pace quickening. “That I hope he’s not? That the thought of Madison with someone else makes me want to punch a wall?”

“That would be a start, yes.”

“Well, I’m not saying that.”

“You just did.”

“Fuck off, Anthony.”

He laughed, but it was gentle, almost sympathetic. “For what it’s worth, I didn’t see him when I visited the café.”

I glanced at him, a flicker of hope igniting.

He paused mid-step, his expression shifting to something more serious. “Actually, I forgot to mention something.”

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Madison’s mother was there. She brought a kid to the café.”

I froze, my heart racing. “A kid?”

“Yeah. A little boy. Cute kid, actually. He was helping out behind the counter, reaching for napkins and making a delightful mess,” Anthony chuckled at the memory. “Madison’s mom was keeping an eye on him while Madison dealt with some supplier issue.”

My mind raced with possibilities. A kid. Madison’s mother was with a child. “It could be anyone’s kid. Maybe it’s her brother’s child, a cousin, or a nephew. Someone from the family.”

Anthony tilted his head, considering my words. “What if Madison’s already married? What if she has a kid? Or that guy you’re worried about might be her boyfriend. Or even her husband.”

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. Madison. Married. With a child.

“That’s impossible,” I said, though my voice lacked the conviction I wanted it to have.

“Why? Five years is a long time, Alex. People move on. They build new lives,” Anthony replied, his tone matter-of-fact, devoid of malice. “Madison’s beautiful, smart, and funny. Why wouldn’t she have found someone?”

“She would have told me,” I insisted, my heart racing with denial.

“Would she? You two haven’t spoken in years. You got engaged to Katherine without telling her. Why would she owe you an explanation about her personal life?”

Frustration bubbled within me as I ran a hand through my hair. “This is different.”

“How?”

“It just is.”

Anthony sighed, his patience wearing thin. “You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make it true.” He glanced at his watch. “I need to get to the hospital. But Alex? Maybe consider that Madison really has moved on. And maybe that’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” I blurted out, the words escaping before I could rein them in. Raw. Honest. Completely revealing.

Anthony’s expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Then you need to figure out what you’re going to do about it. Because showing up at her café and demanding answers isn’t going to cut it.”

He gave me a final clap on the shoulder before heading toward his car, leaving me standing on the sidewalk, overwhelmed with too many thoughts and far too few answers.

A kid. Madison’s mother was with a child at the café.

The weight of it all settled heavily on my shoulders as I contemplated the uncertain path ahead.

Conclusion

 

As I stood there, the reality of my situation began to crystallize in my mind. The image of Madison, not just as my past love but as a woman who had taken charge of her life, filled me with a mixture of admiration and despair. I had spent years cloaked in a veil of denial, convincing myself that my life was fine while I was secretly haunted by the ghost of what we had shared. Anthony’s words echoed in my ears, forcing me to confront the painful truth: I had been miserable for far too long, clinging to memories while failing to embrace the present. The thought of Madison with someone else, perhaps even with a child, shattered the illusion I had built around my own happiness. I realized that my journey back to her was not just about seeking answers but also about facing the possibility of closure, regardless of the outcome.

 

With a renewed sense of purpose, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my past begin to lift. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but I understood that I could no longer hide from my feelings or the reality of Madison’s life. Whether she welcomed me back or firmly closed the door on our past, I owed it to myself to confront the truth. As I walked toward my car, I felt a flicker of hope amidst the turmoil—a hope that perhaps this journey would lead to healing, whether it meant rekindling our connection or finally letting go. It was time to embrace whatever came next, to be honest with myself and with Madison, and to step into the unknown with an open heart.

 

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

 

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

 

As Alexander steels himself for the confrontation ahead, the anticipation is palpable. Will he find Madison thriving in her new life, or will he uncover a web of emotions that complicates his already tumultuous feelings? The next chapter promises to delve deeper into Alexander’s psyche as he grapples with the possibility that Madison has moved on, perhaps with someone new. The tension will escalate as he arrives at the café, where every moment could either lead to a heartwarming reunion or a painful reminder of what he lost. Readers will be on the edge of their seats, wondering how far Alexander is willing to go to reclaim a piece of his past.

 

Moreover, the introduction of a child adds an unexpected layer to the narrative. Could this little boy be a symbol of Madison’s new life, or is he merely a fleeting presence in a story that’s still unfolding? As Alexander confronts these revelations, the stakes will rise, and the emotional turmoil will be palpable. Expect heart-wrenching moments as Alexander faces the truth about his feelings, his past choices, and what it truly means to let go. Will he find the courage to embrace the possibility of a future with Madison, or will the weight of regret keep him shackled to the past? The journey ahead promises to be both thrilling and poignant, leaving readers eager to discover the outcome of this emotional reckoning.