My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 150

Alexander’s POV

My heart sank. The words I had meant to say were left unspoken.

I reached out, my hand hovering halfway. It froze in the air for a few seconds before I finally withdrew it, slipping my hand into my pocket to pull out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

"Sorry, you can’t smoke here," a voice interrupted.

"Oh, sorry," I muttered, putting the lighter and cigarettes back in my pocket. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the swirl of emotions inside me settle into a heavy silence.

When we stepped outside the church, the cold wind hit us, and a light dusting of snow began to fall.

It was snowing.

Vivienne looked up at the sky, the air thick with a biting chill.

I watched her and asked, "Should we head back now?"

Vivienne glanced at the sky. The snow was coming down harder now. Continuing on the highway might not be safe.

"Let’s stay here for the night. We can head back when the snow stops tomorrow."

"Okay." I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. She instinctively shrugged it off, but after I insisted, she finally accepted it.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me..." I thought to myself, You’re my wife. It’s just natural. But the words never came out.

Three years of marriage, over a thousand days and nights, and I’d never once called her "wife."

And now, I’d never have the chance.

I wished that the snow would keep falling forever, never stopping. That way, we could stay here, never go back to that place that had caused her so much pain.

And we wouldn’t get divorced.

But that was just a fleeting wish.

The snow stopped falling that night.

The next morning, we set out for home.

After we exited the highway, Vivienne spoke up.

"Let’s go back, grab the agreement and the documents, then head straight to family court."

She glanced at her watch. "We still have about an hour. That should be enough."

Even though I’d already known her plan, hearing her say it out loud still hit me like a punch to the chest. It felt like something was lodged there, something I couldn’t express.

In that moment, my emotions matched the weather outside—cold, bitter, and as numbing as the snow-covered ground.

I gripped the steering wheel, my hands so tight that my knuckles turned white. My throat felt dry and rough, like it was full of sand, making it hard to speak.

"Okay," I finally managed to say.

We returned to the villa, grabbed the agreement, and then got back in the car.

I started the engine slowly, driving toward family court.

The car was eerily silent.

As we sat in traffic at an intersection, an absurd thought crossed my mind.

At this point, there was no turning back. But I didn’t care if it was absurd or not.

I quietly picked up my phone and sent Jane a message...

Vivienne’s POV

I gazed out the car window, watching the streets blur as the memories of the past three years played like a passing carousel in my mind.

Looking at my reflection in the glass, I saw the sixteen-year-old me—a girl whose world had revolved entirely around Alexander. Now, at twenty-five, I gave a faint smile, speaking to the younger version of myself, "I tried my best. But in the end, he didn’t love me. You wouldn’t blame me, would you?"

Suddenly, the car came to a stop.

I snapped out of my thoughts and glanced ahead. "Is there a traffic jam?"

Alexander’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. "Mm."

I turned my face to look out the window again.

At that moment, Alexander’s phone rang.

He pressed the button to answer, his voice steady as he spoke. "Jane, what’s the matter? ... Alright, I got it..."

After hanging up, Alexander’s gaze met mine again through the rearview mirror, and a hint of apology flickered in his eyes. "Sorry, Vivienne. I can’t make it to family court now. Something urgent came up at the company..."

"Aren’t you already on leave?" I asked.

"The will was announced. The group’s shareholders meeting is being held to confirm me as the chairman of the board..."

I paused, then regained my composure. "Congratulations."

Now he was finally free to be with the one he truly loved, and his career was soaring.

"Is it that urgent? Can’t it wait for a little while?" I asked.

"It can’t," Alexander said, his eyes full of regret. "A minute’s delay could cost us tens of millions, even hundreds of millions."

For a brief moment, I almost wished I were a true gold-digger. That way, as long as he had money, I would never have to leave him.

But sadly, I wasn’t.

If I had been that kind of person, maybe Alexander wouldn’t have liked me at all.

I lowered my head, thinking for a moment. "Then, how about this afternoon? When will you have time?"

"I’m not sure," Alexander answered vaguely.

"Then go to the company. I’ll wait for you at the café downstairs."

"You’re sure you want to wait for me?" He sounded a little puzzled.

"Yeah, I don’t have anything else to do."

"Alright then."

Alexander dropped me off at the café across from the Vanguard GE Building, hesitating for a moment before suggesting, "It’s almost noon. Why don’t you come to the company with me? You can rest in the lounge for a while."

I shook my head. "No need. I’ve already resigned. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to show up at the company."

His gaze darkened slightly, a faint trace of disappointment flickering in his eyes.

Even though we had gone public, I still didn’t want to be seen with him at the company.

How I longed for the days when we’d run together in the mornings, have breakfast together, and go to work side by side.

"Alright," Alexander said, ordering coffee and dessert for me. He gave me one last look before reluctantly leaving.

I found a quiet corner and slowly sipped my coffee.

About half an hour later, a delivery man appeared at the door of the café, calling out, "Is there a Vivienne here? Your husband ordered lunch for you!"

The other customers in the café all turned to look, then glanced around the room.

I stood up and walked over to the door, taking the food. "That’s me, thank you."

The delivery man checked to confirm it was me and handed me the bag. "Enjoy your meal."

Returning to my seat, I opened the packaging.

Alexander knew me so well. The lunch he ordered was always my favorite.

As the other customers glanced at me before turning their attention elsewhere, some resumed their coffee, and some began speaking in low tones. After all, the Vanguard GE Building was right across the street—everyone had heard the story of Vivienne and Alexander.

In the face of their curious stares, my heart remained as still as water.

...

About an hour later, I received a call from the driver.

"Mrs. Hawthorne, where are you? Mr. Hawthorne asked me to pick you up and take you home."

I furrowed my brows. "Where’s Alexander?"

"Mr. Hawthorne was drinking and got a little drunk. He’s been sent home."

I gave the driver my address, and soon enough, he arrived to take me home.

Once inside, I immediately asked Gabriella, "Where’s Alexander?"

"Mr. Hawthorne is upstairs, sleeping off the alcohol." Gabriella’s tone seemed slightly evasive.

I felt puzzled as I made my way up to the second floor. Pushing open Alexander’s bedroom door, the strong scent of alcohol hit me.

Alexander was fully clothed, lying in bed, deeply asleep.

"Alexander?" I walked to his bedside and called his name softly. "Alexander?"

He furrowed his brow but continued sleeping soundly.

It seemed like he was really drunk.

I shook my head and let out a self-deprecating smile.

For a moment, I had wondered if this was just his way of delaying things.

But how could it be? After the divorce, he would be free to be with Isabella.

I turned to leave.

Suddenly, Alexander reached out, taking my hand, and murmured in his sleep, "Vivienne, I love you."

Alexander’s POV

I sat in the chairman’s office at Vanguard GE Tower, my gaze drifting through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the street, landing on the café across the way. From this height, the whole city stretched beneath me, and I used my binoculars to zoom in, finding her—Vivienne—quietly finishing her lunch, as if she were waiting for something.

A wave of inexplicable anxiety surged within me.

What should I do?

I let out a bitter laugh.

I was the one who had said “let go” first, but when it came down to it, I realized it was far harder than I ever imagined.

I regretted it.

I don’t want a divorce. Not at all.

I closed my eyes, and suddenly, an unreliable idea flickered in my mind.