My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 142

“Vivienne, let’s go back,” Gabriella called out as she appeared from the room, holding a blanket and clothes. But Olivia had already left.

Olivia had seen the agony on my face. With a sense of triumph, having achieved her goal, she left, her expression smug with satisfaction.

I, on the other hand, stayed rooted where I was, fists clenched, lost in a heavy silence.

Gabriella, noticing my lack of response, called my name again. “Mrs. Hawthorne?”

I snapped out of my daze, exhaling deeply, and nodded. “Mm, let’s go back.”

Gabriella glanced at me, sensing something was off. It was as though I had changed somehow.

Back at the villa, Gabriella tried to help me upstairs, but I declined. Instead, I sank into the sofa and said, “I’ll wait for Alexander to return.”

Gabriella nodded, sensing there was nothing more to say, and went on with her tasks.

Around three in the afternoon, a black car pulled into the villa grounds.

Alexander switched off the engine, leaned back in his seat, and rubbed his forehead with the hand adorned with his watch before pulling the keys from the ignition and getting out of the car.

He entered the living room with long strides, his presence calm yet commanding. When his eyes landed on me, I was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly ahead, my gaze distant.

He placed the car keys on the table and sat beside me, folding one leg over the other. “Why are you lying here? Want me to carry you upstairs?”

I hadn’t even noticed when he returned. My eyes slowly focused on him, and my voice emerged eerily calm. “You’re back? Don’t rush upstairs, I need to ask you something.”

He looked exhausted, his face reflecting the weight of a long day. “What do you need to ask?”

“How did Grandpa really die?” I asked softly, my eyes locked on his, my voice carrying an unsettling intensity.

There was a brief silence. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. “I’ve already told you, Grandpa was seriously ill. There wasn’t much time left...”

“You’re still lying to me!” I shot back, my voice sharp with accusation.

At my words, Alexander’s eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a sudden intensity. A chill ran down his spine. Even in our most heated arguments, I had never looked at him with such coldness.

He closed his eyes again, as if gathering his thoughts, and was about to speak when I pressed further. “Before Grandpa passed away, did he meet with Isabella?”

Alexander hesitated, then bit his lip, nodding slightly. “Yes.”

The string in my chest snapped, and tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my face uncontrollably.

I didn’t want to believe Olivia, but deep down, I knew it was true.

Grandpa had met with Isabella for my sake, and after that, he couldn’t hold on any longer.

How could I deserve this?

How could I ever be worthy of Grandpa’s sacrifice?

The last time Grandpa was in the hospital, he had used his own body to give me a chance to reconcile with Alexander. And now, once again, Grandpa had given his life for me.

If my separation from Alexander could have kept Grandpa alive, I would have preferred never to have been with him in the first place.

Why is there no "what if" in this world?

I had never regretted anything so deeply—regretting falling for Alexander, regretting marrying him.

I had let Grandpa worry about me until his dying breath.

Alexander watched me cry, his brow furrowing in concern. He reached out, gently wiping the tears from my face. “Don’t cry. It’s not your fault. It’s mine...”

Is it really not my fault?

Even Alexander didn’t know why Grandpa had met Isabella. The only explanation I could come up with was that Grandpa had tried to protect our marriage, to force Isabella to leave—and that, in turn, cost him his life.

I pushed his hand away, my eyes red and my voice colder than ice. “Don’t try to comfort me anymore. We both know why Grandpa met Isabella.”

I lifted my head, looking Alexander straight in the eye with unshakable seriousness, my gaze still as the surface of a calm lake. “Alexander, we killed Grandpa.”

“Vivienne, don’t say that...”

Alexander had always been someone who focused on the future. The past wasn’t something he dwelled on.

No matter what, Grandpa was gone.

What mattered now was that I move past the pain, take care of my health, and bring our child into the world—without drowning in guilt for the rest of my life.

But I was someone who cherished emotions deeply, someone who couldn’t easily let go of the past.

I closed my eyes for a moment, my face tight with tension. I wiped the tears away and looked at Alexander, my voice firm as I said, "I need to see Isabella."

"Stop being unreasonable. You need to rest," he replied, his tone sharp.

Ignoring him, I sat up straight. "No, I need to see Isabella. I have to confront her and get some answers! I have to avenge Grandpa!"

When Alexander didn’t react, I stood up and started heading toward the door. "If you won’t let me see her, I’ll go find her myself."

"Vivienne!"

Within a few strides, Alexander was in front of me, his arm outstretched to block my way. "Isabella isn’t at the hospital. She left a few days ago and has disappeared. I’ve already sent people to look for her. Go back upstairs and rest. Once I find her, I’ll let you know."

I stared at him, as though he’d just said something completely ridiculous. I scoffed, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "You really let her walk away from you? You’re still protecting her? What’s this? Are you afraid I’ll kill her?"

I didn’t believe a word he said and pushed forward, determined to leave.

Alexander grabbed me, pulling me into his arms. "Calm down!"

I fought him, my head spinning, tears streaming down my face. All I could think about was finding Isabella and getting the truth.

"I’m calm!" I said through gritted teeth. "It’s you, Alexander. You’ve let Isabella cloud your judgment! You like her that much? You don’t even care about Grandpa’s life anymore? If you’re looking for an excuse, at least come up with something better. With all your resources, how could you not find her?"

He held my wrists tightly, saying nothing, and without hesitation, lifted me off the ground, carrying me upstairs.

I couldn’t fight him. As he carried me effortlessly, I cried out in frustration and sank my teeth into his neck, making him bleed. "Alexander! Your conscience must’ve been eaten by a dog! Put me down! Grandpa cared for you so much, and you’re still protecting the one who killed him!"

"Put me down! I want to see Isabella! I need answers! Let me go!"

"You have no right to control my actions!" Alexander snapped. "I want a divorce!"

"..."

Amid my shouting, Alexander carried me into the master bedroom and laid me on the bed.

I immediately jumped up, but he pushed me back down with ease.

Leaning close to my ear, he spoke softly, "Vivienne, you’re not in the right state of mind right now. Calm down, and we’ll talk later."

"I’m calm! I want to leave! You don’t have the right to stop me..."

"You want to leave? Where will you go?" Alexander asked, his voice tight, his face hardening. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"It’s none of your business!" I yelled.

Without another word, Alexander stood up, his face grim, and walked out of the master bedroom.

I quickly got up and followed him, but the door slammed shut in my face.

I grabbed the doorknob and yanked at it, but it wouldn’t budge.

Frustrated, I pounded on the door, shouting, "Alexander! Let me out! You bastard!"

What answered me was the sound of keys jangling, followed by a "click" as the door locked from the outside.

My anger turned to tears as I kicked the door. "Alexander! Open the door! Take me to see Isabella! Don’t make me hate you!"

From the other side, I heard Alexander’s voice, low and calm. "Vivienne, you’re too worked up. I can’t let you out. I’m telling you the truth—Isabella is missing. Once I find her, I’ll let you know. Now, please rest and stop making a scene."

With that, I heard his footsteps retreat as he headed downstairs.

Gabriella, hearing the commotion, stood at the top of the stairs, looking worriedly at Alexander as he came down. Before she could speak, he cut her off. "No matter what Vivienne says, don’t open the door for her. We’ll talk about everything when I get back."

"Okay," Gabriella replied, nodding in a daze.

I could hear Alexander’s footsteps fading, and my chest tightened with anger. I collapsed to the floor, leaning against the door.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

A horrible premonition filled my mind.

I pressed my hand to my stomach, desperately pounding the door with the other hand. "Alexander! Open the door! Alexander! My stomach hurts! Open the door!"