My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 152

Vivienne’s POV

On the way back, I rolled down the car window, and the cold wind whipped across my face—sharp and biting.

I gazed at my reflection in the side mirror, my expression blank.

Inside, I didn’t feel the relief I had expected. Instead, there was a weight in my chest.

That subtle pang of bitterness and sorrow slowly crept up, settling heavily on my heart.

It wasn’t painful; it just made my chest feel tight, suffocating.

I forced my eyes wide, determined not to let Alexander see the redness around my eyes.

Of course.

From sixteen to twenty-five—almost a decade. Even if it’s a dog you’ve raised, you’d feel reluctant to part with it. How much more so with a person?

He was the one I had loved for ten years.

The sun breaking through my cold, dark life. The direction I had struggled to chase after.

He had become part of my life, a habit I couldn’t shake.

How could I possibly let go in such a short time?

It’s just that, after all these years, I never managed to warm his heart.

I had tried so hard, until I was exhausted, until I no longer had the strength to love him.

So, I think it’s time to let go.

I suppressed the sting in my heart and forced a smile.

Goodbye, sixteen-year-old me.

From now on, I’ll say goodbye to my past and start a new life.

"Alexander," I called out suddenly.

"Hmm?" Alexander glanced at the rearview mirror, meeting my gaze. I smiled calmly.

He liked seeing me smile.

But at that moment, her smile felt so painfully sharp.

She was finally free from him, ready to be with Frederick. Surely, she must be happy now?!

"I know," I said to Alexander, my voice steady. "You’re not happy with this marriage. These past three years, you’ve felt suffocated. Actually, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for holding you back for so long. Now that we’re divorcing, I truly wish you find happiness with the one you love, grow old together, and live a blissful life."

The last time we were at Family Court, Alexander had said something similar to me.

I remembered his well wishes then, and my heart shattered. It bled as though a part of me had been torn away, and I never responded in time.

It’s taken me so long, but now, I could finally return his blessings with a calm heart.

Beep—

Suddenly, a yellow Ferrari sped through a red light, coming straight toward us from the right-hand street.

The brakes came too late, and Alexander’s pupils constricted as he swerved the steering wheel without thinking.

The front ends of the two cars collided.

Boom—

The deafening sound left me momentarily disoriented.

After the world spun violently, the car finally came to a stop. I slowly regained consciousness in the passenger seat.

I turned my head with a sharp pain and saw Alexander slumped against the steering wheel, blood streaming from his temple.

The screech of the brakes, my father’s bloodied face, the flames engulfing the car, the truck driver’s vicious expression—each image flashed through my mind, a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

My face went pale, sweat soaked my body, and I trembled uncontrollably. The scene before me blurred, and soon, everything went black.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a hospital.

I sat up, about to call for a nurse, but then I saw Alexander lying in another bed. His head was wrapped in bandages, an IV drip in his hand, wearing a hospital gown, unconscious.

He was so tall that his bed seemed almost too small for him.

Thinking back to what had happened before I lost consciousness, my heart skipped a beat. Panicked, I rushed to his bedside and grabbed his hand tightly. "Alexander? How are you? Wake up, please!"

My heart was pounding in my throat.

I had never been so scared in my life—scared that Alexander might end up like my father—unconscious after the car crash, never to wake again.

I hadn’t forgotten. The truck had come from the right, heading straight for the seat I had been sitting in.

If my father hadn’t swerved the wheel, protecting me with his body, he wouldn’t have died. I would have been the one to die instead.

Just like this time.

Alexander had also taken the danger upon himself.

Is even Alexander going to leave me too?

No matter how much I screamed, Alexander lay motionless on the hospital bed, showing no signs of life.

My eyes grew red, and the fear in my heart deepened. "Alexander, please don’t die!"

I thought I had accepted the possibility, but seeing him lying there, lifeless, it was as if an invisible hand was tightening around my heart, squeezing it, pulling at every part of me.

If something happens to Alexander, I won’t forgive myself.

I’m nothing but a bad omen, always bringing misfortune to those around me. The one who deserves to die should be me!

"Stop crying, I’m fine."

A hoarse voice interrupted my thoughts. At the sound, I looked up, and to my astonishment, Alexander’s eyes were open.

His head was wrapped in white gauze. He looked at me with those deep, intense eyes, his hair a little messy. His normally handsome, strong face was pale, making him look fragile in a way that added a sort of delicate beauty to him.

I froze, unable to move.

In that moment, it felt like I could hear the pounding of my own heart.

"What’s wrong? Are you happy to see me?" Alexander’s lips curved into a slight smile, making him look even more handsome, almost refined.

I swallowed hard, a wave of joy and relief flooding my chest. I quickly turned away, wiping my tears. "No... it’s just... I’m so glad you’re okay."

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

I shook my head. "I’m fine. But how about you? Are you feeling okay? Let me call the nurse."

Without waiting for him to respond, I hurriedly got up to call for help.

When the nurse arrived, I asked anxiously, "Nurse, is his injury serious?"

The nurse glanced over at Alexander, then said, "His ribs are fractured, and he has a mild concussion. It’s not life-threatening, but he’ll need some time to recover."

Relief washed over me as I sat back down beside the bed, though I still felt uneasy.

After the nurse left, Alexander looked at me intently and asked softly, "Why were you so worried earlier? Were you afraid I might die?"

I didn’t answer right away, my gaze drifting absently toward the window. "When my father tried to save me, he swerved the wheel in a critical moment, putting himself in danger. When I saw you lying there, motionless, I couldn’t help but remember that..."

"Don’t worry," he said gently, trying to soothe me. "I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you like my uncle did."

I sighed softly, a mix of relief and guilt settling in.

Earlier, I had panicked. If Alexander had really died, he would’ve been in the morgue, not in this hospital room.

I thought back to the moment when Alexander swerved the wheel.

My father did that because I was his daughter.

But Alexander...

Did he know that if the crash had been more severe, he might not have survived?

"Vivienne, you still care about me, don’t you?" Alexander’s voice was hopeful, his eyes searching mine.

It felt as if sparks were flying in his heart, igniting a flicker of hope.