My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 145

Alexander’s POV

I watched as Vivienne propped herself up in bed, carefully spooning the fish soup from the bedside table and eating it slowly.

A wave of relief washed over me, but at the same time, a bitter, unfamiliar ache gnawed at my chest.

Does she really care for Julian that much?!

He had barely said a few words, yet she listened to him so intently!

Then, without warning, Vivienne tossed the bowl onto the table, threw off the covers, and rushed out of bed. She bent over the trash can and began vomiting.

I quickly pushed open the door, rushing to her side. Gently, I patted her back as she retched.

The soup she had just eaten came up almost immediately.

Once she was done, Vivienne tried to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, but I swiftly picked her up and placed her back in bed. "Stay here for a moment."

I quickly poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the bedside table, then moved the trash can closer.

Vivienne refused to look at me. She grabbed the cup, rinsed her mouth, spit into the trash can, then picked up the bowl and started eating again.

I remained silent, watching her from a distance.

But to my surprise, after a few more bites, Vivienne set the bowl down, leaned over the side of the bed, and started vomiting again—this time, bile. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes, and no matter how hard she tried, they kept falling uncontrollably.

I rushed over, frowning, and gently patted her back. I moved the bowl farther away. "Stop eating for now. I’ll call the doctor."

I ran out and quickly returned with a doctor.

The doctor asked Vivienne a few questions about how she was feeling, then listened to her abdomen with a stethoscope.

After a moment, he removed the stethoscope, said nothing, and stood up to leave.

I followed him into the hallway and asked, "Doctor, how is she? Why does she vomit every time she tries to eat?"

"Based on the patient’s account and my examination, there doesn’t appear to be any issue with her digestive system. I suspect this may be psychological. Many women experience mental health issues after a miscarriage or childbirth, ranging from mild to severe. Everyone’s situation is different, and the causes vary. I recommend seeing a psychologist."

His words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and an unsettling thought flashed through my mind.

Vivienne is forcing herself to eat!

"Thank you, doctor."

"You’re welcome." The doctor turned and walked away.

I stood there for a moment, then turned to look out the window. Inside the room, Vivienne sat on the bed, staring vacantly at the opposite window, her eyes unblinking.

I immediately made a call, arranging for a psychologist to come over.

After briefly explaining the situation, the psychologist entered the room alone.

I stayed outside, watching through the window.

When Vivienne noticed the new doctor enter, she briefly glanced at her before returning her gaze to the window.

The psychologist did her best to engage Vivienne in conversation, but Vivienne barely responded.

About half an hour later, the psychologist emerged from the room and said to me, "The patient has a strong sense of self-protection and is overly cautious. Even though I tried to guide her, she wasn’t willing to open up. I understand she comes from a single-parent household, and her father has passed away?"

"Yes."

"That makes sense. Based on my assessment, after the miscarriage, she developed deep self-loathing and lost her passion for life. She’s showing signs of an eating disorder. This is an early sign of depression, commonly known as emotional depression. If it worsens, she may resort to self-harm or even suicide."

The doctor’s words made my chest tighten. I couldn’t help but turn to look at Vivienne through the window.

She was still sitting there, staring blankly outside.

I had never imagined that Vivienne might be suffering from depression.

I remembered Vivienne at sixteen, when she first came to my home—sweet, shy, obedient, always polite, calling me "Brother" with that bright, innocent smile.

Back then, she loved to laugh.

But now, this once cheerful girl was showing signs of depression.

All because of me!

"Doctor, what’s the treatment?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

The psychologist replied, "Right now, the patient’s condition isn’t too severe. I wouldn’t recommend medication yet. What’s more important is for her family to offer understanding and support, to gently guide her emotions. Try to meet her needs and avoid putting any additional pressure on her. In situations like this, sometimes a trip to clear her mind can be really beneficial."

"Alright... I understand," I said, taking in his words.

After the doctor left, I stood still for a while, staring off into the distance, lost in thought.

Just then, my phone rang.

I snapped back to reality and glanced at the screen—it was Jane calling.

Although Jane worked at Vanguard GE, he had basically become my personal assistant. After I left my position, he resigned as well and now managed my other investments and assets.

"Hello? What’s going on?" I answered, my tone a bit impatient.

Jane, sensing my mood, got straight to the point. "CEO Alexander Hawthorne, Chairman Hawthorne left a will before his passing. Now that the funeral arrangements are done, the lawyer will announce the will. There’s a shareholders’ meeting at the company, and Chairman’s wife would like you to come to the office."

Chairman’s wife, of course, was Evelyn. It was clear what she wanted—after Grandpa’s death, his shares would pass on to his children, and no matter how many, I would certainly have a stake.

Additionally, Matthew Hawthorne’s shares, after his passing, were under Grandpa’s control, and Grandpa had divided them between Sebastian and me.

Even though I was a shareholder and had the right to attend the meeting, I replied, "I can’t make it right now. Find an excuse to cover it, and don’t tell Nana I’m in the hospital."

I still hadn’t told Evelyn about Vivienne’s miscarriage.

Jane hesitated, clearly concerned that Evelyn might not handle it well, given that she had just lost her husband.

"This...," Jane began, but I cut him off. "How’s the matter I asked you to handle going?"

"Don’t worry, CEO Alexander, it’s all taken care of. You can go whenever you’re ready."

"Good." I hung up the phone, staring off into the distance, sighing deeply. My mind was made up.

It was time to make a decision.

I opened the door to the hospital room and stopped a meter away from the bed. "Vivienne."

Vivienne didn’t even look at me.

I didn’t push, simply letting out a quiet sigh. "The doctor says you’re showing signs of depression."

"You wanted a divorce, right? You wanted to leave for another country, right? I’ll agree to the divorce, and you can go wherever you want."

I spoke calmly, though each word felt like it drained me.

If I had known that staying with me would not only make Vivienne lose the baby but also spiral into depression, I would have let her go sooner.

It might be too late now, but I still hoped for her health.

Looking back on our three years of marriage, I couldn’t recall anything truly romantic, happy, or worth holding onto. Instead, the last three months stood out vividly—the memories were painfully clear. I had hurt her far too much.

It was time to end this.

I knew she would never forgive me.

And I didn’t dare hope for her forgiveness anymore.

I just wanted her to be healthy, happy, and safe for the rest of her life.

Vivienne suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

At first, it was a soft chuckle, but it quickly turned into full-blown laughter.

Her laughter was so intense that tears began to form in her eyes.

"Vivienne..." I called her name softly, concern rising in my chest.

After a long pause, she finally stopped laughing, wiping the tears from her eyes, and looked at me coldly. "Alexander, what’s the point of saying all this now?"

I lowered my gaze. "I’m sorry."

"Sorry?" she scoffed. "What good is ’sorry’? Will it bring our child back? How many times have you said ’sorry’? And then what?!"

I fell silent, unable to respond.

Vivienne gave a bitter smile. "Do you remember the condition you promised me?"