My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 134

Vivienne’s POV

I groggily opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a white ceiling. Memories of what happened before I passed out rushed back to me in a flood, like a dream. I shut my eyes again and slowly raised my hand to touch my cheek, only to feel the roughness of bandages.

"Vivienne, you’re awake!"

Hearing the voice, Alexander quickly walked to my bedside and sat down. "How do you feel?"

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and all I could see were his lips moving. I instinctively asked, "What did you say?"

As soon as I spoke, my throat felt dry, hoarse, and painfully raw.

Alexander immediately brought over a glass of water, gently lifting my head to help me sip a few mouthfuls.

"I asked, how do you feel now? Is there anywhere that hurts?"

He placed the glass on the table, leaned in closer, and almost whispered in my ear.

I turned my head to look at him, somewhat puzzled. "I’m fine, why are you leaning so close?"

"The doctor said your ear injury caused a perforated eardrum and hearing loss in both ears. It will slowly recover over time."

"Oh, my father..." I croaked, glancing at Alexander.

"Don’t worry, I arranged for a new coffin. He’s already been buried in the private cemetery."

"That’s good. When I leave the hospital, I want to visit my father." I sighed with relief.

"Of course, I’ll go with you."

"...Is there a mirror?"

Alexander understood immediately. He gently stroked my cheek and pushed aside a strand of hair. "The doctor said there won’t be any scars."

"I want to see..."

"There’s no mirror here, but I can show you on my phone."

"That’s fine."

Alexander took out his phone and held it up in front of me.

The black screen reflected my current appearance.

My hair was messy, my eyelids and face were still slightly swollen, and the wounds on either side of my face were covered in white bandages, leaving little to be desired in terms of beauty.

"Put it down."

Alexander put away his phone, speaking softly to comfort me. "Don’t worry, it will heal."

"The one behind all this... was a middle-aged woman."

"I know. It was Isabella’s mother. She killed Isabella’s father, and she’s already been arrested by the police."

I was stunned.

Isabella’s mother killed Isabella’s father?!

"Don’t think too much about it," Alexander continued. "The doctor said you’re at risk for a miscarriage right now, so you need to rest in bed. For the sake of our child, I’m leaving the company to others for now. I’ll stay by your side."

I looked at Alexander, still in shock.

After a moment, I unconsciously placed my hand on my abdomen and lowered my gaze.

So, Alexander had found out about the baby.

He probably wouldn’t let me off the hook now.

"You’re so sure the child is yours?" I suddenly asked softly.

"If it’s not mine, then whose is it?" Alexander said casually, without a hint of doubt.

He knew I would never cheat on him. The child could only be his.

I smiled faintly. "You’re pretty confident, aren’t you? Not even worried the child might belong to someone else? You think I’d want a divorce because of that?"

"You’re saying this because you want me to divorce you? Well, that’s not going to happen."

I sighed.

Seeing my expression, Alexander’s lips curled into a smile, and he took my hand in his. "Vivienne, you knew you were pregnant, didn’t you? You’ve been taking those two bottles of medicine for your stomach, but I had the doctor check, and they were actually prenatal vitamins. Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant? If it wasn’t for this accident, were you planning to keep it a secret and divorce me after the child was born?"

I was silent for a moment. "I did think about telling you, just the day after you came back from your business trip. But then... you brought Isabella back and asked for a divorce."

Alexander stiffened, slowly tightening his grip on my hand. "I’m sorry..."

I had waited eagerly for him to come back, wanting to share the good news about the pregnancy with him. But what I got instead was him returning with Isabella and asking for a divorce.

I lowered my gaze and continued, "Later on, I tested the waters, asking you what you would do if we had a child. Would you still divorce me?"

Alexander’s breath hitched, and his throat tightened with regret.

I clearly remembered his words from back then: "There’s no ‘what if.’ Even if there was, I wouldn’t let the child be born."

I must have been so disappointed and helpless at that moment...

So, I kept the pregnancy a secret until now.

I added softly, "Actually, I’m glad I kept it a secret. Otherwise, after everything that happened yesterday, this child definitely wouldn’t have survived."

I kept it a secret from Alexander, from Isabella, and from Isabella’s mother.

If Delilah found out I was pregnant, she would never let me keep the child.

Alexander’s heart felt like it had been pierced, blood pouring from the wound.

"Vivienne, I promise you, it won’t happen again..."

"The divorce..."

"Vivienne, for the sake of our child, please give me another chance."

"..."

I knew it would come to this.

But Alexander—can he still tell whether his feelings for me are out of love, concern, or simply responsibility?

Or maybe it’s just a small, lingering sense of guilt.

Without love, how long could he endure?

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Isabella..."

"She got into an accident on her way to the airport last night. She’s in the hospital now. Don’t mention her again. She’s no longer our concern."

"..."

I looked at Alexander, a coldness creeping into my heart. This man—so tender sometimes, yet so heartless at others.

...

Gabriella brought breakfast.

Alexander carefully helped me sit up, placing a large pillow behind my back. He then took the soup and spoon from Gabriella’s hands, feeding me himself.

I wanted to do it myself—my hands weren’t injured, just a small bruise on my wrist from the rope.

But Alexander wouldn’t let me.

After breakfast, I glanced at Alexander. "I’m done. You should eat too. Then head to the company. You don’t need to stay here all day. Gabriella will be with me."

"Without me, can the company function?"

I stayed silent, not responding.

"Alright. Call me if anything comes up."

Alexander set down his utensils, took a quick bite, and left the hospital.

Before leaving, he reminded Gabriella to take good care of me.

Gabriella watched Alexander leave and sighed. "This is probably the end of your troubles. Mr. Hawthorne will definitely treat you better from now on."

I stayed silent.

...

Grandparents, Lydia, and others visited me one by one.

Originally, my grandmother wanted my grandfather to rest at home and come alone.

But once Grandpa heard about the pregnancy, he insisted on coming to see me in person.

Grandma said that ever since Grandpa found out, his spirits had lifted, and he couldn’t stop talking about wanting to hold his grandchild.

I knew Grandpa had always hoped for me and Alexander to have a child, and I, too, hoped he could stay with me longer—at least long enough to see my baby born.

But Grandpa also hinted that he wanted me and Alexander to raise the child together, implying that he didn’t want me to divorce Alexander.

At least for the next few months, I’d have to put the divorce on hold.

I stayed in the hospital for three days.

During that time, Gabriella was by my side the whole time.

Alexander frequently canceled all his meetings and rushed over from the company.

It was so boring lying in the hospital, and I wanted to get out of bed and walk around. But Alexander wouldn’t agree. After consulting the doctor, the nurse brought in a wheelchair. She said if I wanted some fresh air, I could sit in it and have someone push me.

I refused.

The bandages on my face hadn’t been removed, and I didn’t want to face the world looking like this.

So every evening, Alexander would carefully lift me and walk me around the room a few times.