My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 132

"No!"

I stood frozen, my eyes wide as I watched the scene unfold. Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the sharp sting of pain as they mixed with the blood.

"Dad!"

"I’m sorry!"

"It’s all my fault!"

Because of me, after my father’s death, he’s been insulted like this!

I writhed violently on the ground, trying to stand.

A man stepped on my back, pinning me down so I couldn’t move.

Delilah looked on, savoring my despair, and sneered, "She’s yours now. You’d better ruin her. That filthy slut. I don’t believe Alexander will still want her after this!"

With that, she turned and walked away.

The three men leered at me, their eyes scanning me hungrily. They flipped me over, groping my body as they roughly tore at my clothes.

"This woman’s got a nice body! Big, too!" One of the men smirked as he touched me inappropriately.

"She’s Alexander’s woman, so it’s worth it!" another one chimed in.

"..."

Suddenly, a light flashed from a distance!

It grew closer, accompanied by the roar of a car engine.

"Shit! Someone’s coming, run!"

Two of them quickly jumped into a van.

One man tried to drag me along, but the others stopped him. "If we take her, we won’t get away!"

He had no choice but to abandon me, and the van screeched off into the night.

I lay on the ground, tears streaming down my temples, soaking my hairline. Struggling, I slowly turned and began to crawl toward my father’s coffin.

"Dad."

A car pulled up a few steps away, while another car chased after the van.

Alexander leaped out of the car and rushed to me. James hurriedly grabbed a fire extinguisher to douse the flames.

"Vivienne! Vivienne, are you okay?"

He immediately pulled the cloth from my mouth and untied my wrists, lifting me into his arms.

When he saw the swelling and bloodstains on my face, his breath caught, and a look of deep pain flashed across his face.

He scooped me up into his arms and headed for the car. "Let’s go. I’ll take you to the hospital."

I gripped his arm, my eyes struggling to stay open as I looked toward the coffin, my voice hoarse, "My father..."

Following my gaze, Alexander’s expression grew cold. "The fire is out. Don’t worry. I’ll have someone take care of everything. We’re going to the hospital first!"

It was a cruel and heartless move to open my father’s grave in front of me, a blow to both my heart and my dignity.

I finally allowed my tense nerves to relax and leaned against Alexander’s shoulder.

A dull ache, like countless ants gnawing at my insides, began in my lower abdomen. My vision blurred, and my consciousness began to fade.

At the hospital, Alexander carried me into the emergency room.

Watching the red light turn on, he let out a deep breath and sank into a chair nearby. It was then that he noticed a dark stain on his black suit pants, as though soaked with blood.

Delilah’s POV

Delilah returned home and stormed straight to the second floor.

Miles stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at her with annoyance. "Why are you so late coming back?"

Upon seeing Miles, Delilah’s anger flared. "What’s it to you?"

"Did you mess with the documents in my study?" Miles demanded.

Seeing that Miles had discovered the truth, Delilah didn’t deny it and shot back, "So what if I did? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known that you and that slut, Margaret Stone, even had a love child!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Delilah’s words grew sharper, her anger escalating as she sneered, "I’ll keep saying it. Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! If Maxwell Sinclair knew that his only daughter was actually someone else’s, he’d probably rise from the grave in shock!"

"You... filthy woman! I warn you, don’t make any rash moves!"

Isabella might be useless, but Vivienne has some value. If he acknowledges Vivienne, he’ll still be Alexander’s father-in-law, and people will have to show him respect!

"It’s too late! You’re still dreaming of acknowledging that bastard as Alexander’s father-in-law? Dream on!"

Miles immediately sensed something was wrong. "What have you done?"

"Hahaha! That bastard has probably been used up by some other man. The video’s already in Alexander’s hands! As long as Alexander’s still a man, he’ll never want that bastard!"

"You— you slut!"

Miles, enraged, rushed forward and slapped her across the face.

This poisonous woman!

The Blackwood family’s future was ruined because of her!

Delilah’s head snapped to the side from the force of the slap. She stared at Miles in disbelief, her eyes filled with hatred. "You dare hit me?! Miles, I’ll make you regret this!"

Delilah swung her arm and slashed her nails across Miles’s face, leaving several bloody marks.

Miles wasn’t willing to back down either. He grabbed a handful of Delilah’s hair.

The two began to fight.

In the chaos, Miles stepped wrong just as he reached out to grab Delilah. Instinctively, she pushed him with all her strength.

Miles let out a terrible scream as he tumbled down the stairs, landing at the bottom in a motionless heap.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Delilah looked down at Miles, her mind blank for a moment.

It was only a few seconds later that she snapped back to reality. She hurried down the stairs, kneeling by Miles’s side, shaking him a few times. "Miles? Are you okay? Stop pretending!"

Miles remained still.

Delilah was about to push him again when she suddenly noticed a pool of blood where the back of his head had hit the floor. She was horrified.

With trembling hands, she reached out and placed a finger near his nose, checking for breath. Her heart stopped, and she collapsed onto the floor in shock.

Meanwhile, Isabella, lying in her hospital bed, received a call from Delilah.

Delilah’s voice on the other end was shaking uncontrollably. "Isabella, I... I think I’ve killed someone..."

After a long pause, Isabella, still in a daze, hung up the phone.

The events of the past few days had been utterly overwhelming.

Yesterday, she found out Vivienne was her father’s illegitimate daughter. Today, she received a call from her mother, telling her that Vivienne had been abducted and disfigured at a cemetery. Then, her mother had accidentally pushed her father down the stairs.

Her father was dead.

In a panic, Delilah urged Isabella to ask Alexander for help, begging her not to let her go to prison!

But it was useless!

Isabella could barely protect herself—how could Alexander ever listen to her?

Especially with Delilah hurting Vivienne. There was no way Alexander would let her off the hook.

Delilah angrily cursed her for being cold-hearted, slammed the phone down without another word, and hung up.

Isabella was in despair.

With everything that had happened, not only would Alexander never forgive Delilah, but he wouldn’t spare her either.

Isabella sat helplessly in her hospital bed.

After a long silence, she made up her mind. She found the long-forgotten number in her phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed it.

After a long pause, the phone was finally answered. A man’s voice came through. "Hello?"

"It’s me."

There was silence on the other end for a long time before the man spoke, his voice cold. "What do you want?"

"Alexander is going to send me away!"

"I warned you not to come back."

"I need your help."

"Why should I help you?"

"Don’t you fear me revealing what happened back then?" Isabella threatened.

"Ha, when I told you to go to another country, you used the same threat. Do you think it worked then?" The man’s tone was casual, unfazed by her threat.

Beep—

Isabella listened to the sound of the phone being hung up. Frustrated, she slammed the phone onto the bed and collapsed, drained of all strength.

Closing her eyes, memories of her time with Alexander in college flooded her mind.

He had always been cold. She had pursued him for so long before he finally agreed to give their relationship a try.

When they were together, he never really seemed aware of being in a relationship. He was always preoccupied with his studies, moving between classrooms and the library. It was always her making the effort, maintaining the relationship.

Though it was tiring, she felt strangely fulfilled.

But even then, she hadn’t truly loved him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

At that time, she was young and naïve, not attracted to Alexander’s cold nature.

What she had loved was the warm, gentle person he had once been.

And that was the man she had fallen deeply in love with, the one who had slowly pushed her to this point.

If she had only listened to him back then, perhaps she would have already been Alexander’s wife by now.

Now she understood. The cold Alexander, deep down, was actually full of passion.

And that warm, gentle man, who had seemed so affectionate, was actually the most heartless of all.