My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 144

Alexander ignored me, continuing, "I’ll have Gabriella bring you something to eat."

"I told you to leave. Didn’t you hear me?"

I kept my eyes shut, my voice cold but steady. "Well, you wouldn’t have locked me in the bedroom if you cared otherwise."

Alexander paused, frozen for a moment, standing silently. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "Fine, I’ll go. When Gabriella arrives, please eat something, alright?"

He walked out slowly, sitting on the bench outside the door, his anger palpable.

As the door creaked shut, I let out a breath of relief and slowly opened my eyes. My eyelids were swollen, and my gaze was clouded with unshed tears that I couldn’t stop from spilling over.

With Alexander, I had no choice but to cling to the bedsheet, fighting every urge to break down.

I had never regretted anything as much as I regretted falling for Alexander. Regretted marrying him.

One by one, I had lost the people I loved, leaving me utterly alone. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

That’s why I wanted a child.

That’s why, even if I had to divorce Alexander, I still wanted to carry this child to term.

This child would have been mine!

But in the end, it remained nothing but a hope.

I never got the chance to bring him into this world.

And now, I would never have a child of my own.

I would always be alone in this world.

If only I hadn’t married Alexander... maybe things could have been different.

Why is there no "if" in this world?

Gabriella arrived with lunch and some soup. Seeing the pale, exhausted look on my face, she sighed. "Mrs. Hawthorne, please eat something."

"Don’t call me Mrs. Hawthorne."

Gabriella froze. She glanced at the door, then gently said, "Vivienne, please... just eat something."

"I’m not hungry. Just leave it," I said, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

Gabriella hesitated, as if she wanted to say something more, but I cut her off. "Please go. I need to be alone for a while."

Reluctantly, Gabriella left. I watched her walk down the hallway, heading toward Alexander, who was smoking at the far end.

Alexander’s POV

"Sir, Mrs. Hawthorne still refuses to eat."

I flicked the ash from my cigarette, my fingers gripping it tightly. "Let her be. She needs time."

The ash drifted down, disappearing to the ground.

The pile of cigarette butts on the ground had become a small mountain.

My eyes were bloodshot, red veins streaking across them.

I had never smoked before. I didn’t even remember when I’d started, but now I couldn’t seem to stop.

Grandpa had passed away a few days ago, and today we lost our baby. I hadn’t slept in days. Maybe the cigarettes were the only thing keeping me awake, keeping my mind alert.

Or maybe it was the crushing sadness of everything—the two tragedies that hit me out of nowhere—that made me numb my emotions somehow, through smoking.

Now, it felt like there was only one path left for us.

The entire afternoon passed in silence, with only the medical staff coming in to remove the IV from Vivienne’s arm. The rest of the time, she was alone in the room.

As evening approached, I entered again.

The door creaked open, and Vivienne slowly turned her head. When she saw me, she immediately looked away, shutting her eyes.

I froze for a moment, then took two steps forward and stopped about two meters from her bed. "Vivienne, I know you don’t want to see me, but please... just eat something."

She didn’t respond, remaining silent as though she hadn’t heard me.

I figured she had probably lost all desire to speak to me.

No matter what I said, she kept her eyes closed, not giving me the smallest response.

By the next day, Vivienne still hadn’t eaten a single bite or taken a sip of water.

I stood outside her hospital room, in the hallway.

After what seemed like an eternity, I made up my mind and dialed a number.

"Hello, Alexander?" Julian’s voice came through the phone.

"It’s me. Vivienne’s had a miscarriage, and now she refuses to eat or drink. Can you come and talk to her?" I gripped the phone tightly, my voice almost commanding.

She always liked Julian. Maybe he could get through to her, make her feel a little better.

There was a brief pause before Julian’s voice returned, sharp with anger. "Alexander! Did you cause her miscarriage?! Why won’t you just leave her alone?!"

He demanded again, "Which hospital? Which room?"

I gave him the details.

"I’ll be there in a minute." Julian hung up after that.

Half an hour later, Julian arrived at the hospital and found me.

Julian’s POV

I received an unexpected call from Alexander. Even after arriving at the hospital, I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that everything involving Vivienne was real.

I walked through the hospital doors and was the first to find Alexander. His haggard appearance made me wonder if it was due to Vivienne or the death of Chairman Hawthorne. I figured it was probably the loss of his grandfather. How much could he really care about Vivienne?

I let out a cold grunt before pushing the door open.

Vivienne lay there, eyes closed, silent, as if she still thought Alexander was by her side.

I walked over, sat down beside her bed, and said softly, "Vivienne, it’s me."

At the sound of my voice, Vivienne slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." I noticed breakfast on the table and asked, "Did you eat yet? Would you like me to feed you?"

"I’m not hungry right now." Vivienne shook her head.

"Vivienne, I know you’ve lost the baby and that you’re struggling to accept it, but from where I’m standing—as a friend who genuinely cares about you—maybe losing the baby isn’t the worst thing."

"Don’t blame me for being blunt, but think about it—had the child been born, you would’ve been trapped with Alexander forever. I know you married him because of Chairman Hawthorne’s influence, but now that he’s gone, and the child is gone, you could divorce Alexander and finally be free. You could live for yourself again. Alexander is nothing but a selfish, amoral capitalist. He’s not worth the energy you’re putting into him!"

Vivienne just stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes as still as a stagnant pool—empty of emotion.

Not seeing any reaction from her, I pressed on. "If Uncle Maxwell Sinclair were still alive, he’d never want to see you like this. Vivienne, think about it—he gave his life to protect you, so you could live happily. Is this how he wanted to see you end up? Lying in a hospital bed, half-dead? You need to pull yourself together. Live your life the way he and Chairman Hawthorne would’ve wanted for you!"

At the mention of Maxwell Sinclair, a faint spark seemed to flicker in Vivienne’s eyes.

Her father had given his life to protect her happiness. And Chairman Hawthorne had held on until the end, leaving with regrets, all for her sake.

She still had to find Isabella. There were so many things left undone.

Even though she was alone now, she couldn’t give up. She had to keep moving forward.

"I understand. You should go now."

"You really understand?"

"Mm. Don’t worry, I’ll eat. I promise." Vivienne spoke softly. "Thank you for coming to see me."

I could tell that Vivienne wasn’t in the mood for conversation, but her agreeing to eat was already a good sign.

"Alright, I’ll check in again in a few days."

A moment later, I stood up, walked out of the room, met Alexander’s gaze, gave a cold snort, and walked away.