The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back (Thalassa and Kris)

Thalassa's hands trembled as she gripped her phone, her heart hammering in her chest after Betty's words echoed through the line: Kris knows. Panic shot through her veins like ice, but she tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke.

"What did you tell him?"

"I didn't tell him anything," Betty replied, her voice tight with worry. "But please, Thalassa, don't ask me to lie to him again. I won't be able to do it. He's determined. I can see it in his eyes. Nothing's going to change his mind."

Thalassa bit her lip hard. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. She had only sent Kris a voicemail, telling him that they needed to talk. There was no way he could've known what she was going to tell him. So how did he find out?

"Thalassa?" Betty's voice broke through her thoughts. "What should I do?"

Thalassa's pulse raced faster, her mind racing to figure out why Kris would have gone to New York first instead of confronting her. Was he trying to take Alex away from her?

The thought sent a jolt of terror through her. "Don't let him in," she quickly instructed.

Betty hesitated. "It's just like last time, Thalassa. He's not leaving. He's just standing outside the gate. I don't think he's going to go anywhere, and I won't be able to watch him standing outside all day."

Closing her eyes, Thalassa dragged in a deep breath. "He won't have to," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm flying to New York. I'll be there in less than three hours."

She hung up as a shudder went through her. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She had envisioned a controlled conversation after Kris listened to her voicemail. She had wanted to tell him the truth calmly.

Now, everything felt out of control. Kris had found out before she could tell him, and she knew this wouldn't be the calm conversation she'd planned. It was going to be a confrontation, and she didn't know whether she was ready for it.

She needed to prepare herself. She needed to know how much he knew. But how could he have found out?

Her heart sunk. It couldn't be, could it?

Bringing up her phone again, she dialed Luisa's number. Her best friend picked up after a few seconds. "Lassa?"

"You told me you wouldn't tell Kris." Thalassa accused, but there was no anger in her voice, just helplessness that someone had taken the chance of telling Kris the truth away from her.

Luisa instantly knew what she was talking about. "No, I didn't. I meant it when I said it wasn't mine to tell. Why are you asking?"

Thalassa believed her, though she felt even more confused now. "Betty called. Kris is in New York, and he knows the truth."

"Oh fuck." Luisa muttered.

On the flight to New York, Thalassa's thoughts were a chaotic blur. Her mind replayed every possibility, every potential reaction Kris might have.

At the airport, she was picked up by one of the men from Zeke's house, her heart thumping the closer they got to the house.

As the car neared the gate, she spotted Kris standing by the road in front of the house. His stance was rigid, his gaze locked on the house, his expression unreadable. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. "Please stop." Thalassa told the driver who instantly did so, and she got out of the car.

Their gazes locked. For several

agonizing seconds, she and Kris just stared at each other across the distance. She desperately wanted to know what was going on in his head, but his face was a blank slate, his eyes emotionless.

Her mouth went dry, but she finally forced herself to take a step forward, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. "Kris...I know you have a lot of questions, but-"

"I want to see my son," Kris interrupted, his voice calm and as cool as his face.

Thalassa winced, feeling like she'd been whipped. She'd thought he was going to lash out at her, and in a twisted way, she would've preferred that. At least anger was something she could handle.

But this...this detached, emotionless demand felt worse.

She nodded slowly, barely able to find her voice. "Okay."

With a slight motion, she signaled to her guards, instructing them not to stop Kris. Together, in heavy silence, they walked through the gate and towards the house. Her heart pounded in her chest, every step making the knot of anxiety in her stomach tighten.

When they entered the house, the tension hung in the air like a storm ready to break. Betty was standing beside Alex in the living room. Alex, oblivious to the tension, sat on the floor playing with his toy car. Kris froze the moment his eyes landed on the little boy. Thalassa could see the flicker of emotion ripple across his face-shock, disbelief, and something deeper, something painful. It scratched at her.

Slowly, Kris took hesitant steps

forward until he finally got to the

boy, kneeling in front of him. Looking at the miniature version of himself

his heart was filled with love. So much love that his heart swelled to the point he thought it was going to explode.

Alex stopped playing, his small face scrunching up as he looked at Kris with a frown. Kris swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hi," he managed to choke out.

Alex didn't respond. He just stared at Kris with cautious, curious eyes. Kris's heart shattered in that moment. He smiled bitterly, realizing that his son was looking at him like a complete stranger. And why wouldn't he?

As far as the boy knew, Kris had never been there. He was almost three years old, and Kris had never been there.

From his birth to the first cry to the first step to the first birthday to the first word, he'd missed all the major milestones.

He should've been there...he should've been there for them all.noveldrama

The weight of it all crashed on him. His breath came in sharp gasps, his chest tightening painfully. He stumbled to his feet, clutching his chest, the walls closing in on him.

He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?

Betty's voice broke through the haze. "Are you okay?"

Kris shook his head, unable to speak. The nausea surged up his throat.

"Come with me." Betty said and quickly led him to the guest washroom.

As soon as they entered, Kris collapsed onto his knees, bowing over the toilet bowl as he retched violently

and spilled his guts, his body convulsing with the force of it.