My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 156

Alexander’s POV

When Frederick placed the tracker, Vivienne was lost in thought, unaware that she had just accidentally bumped into a stranger. She didn’t suspect a thing.

A flicker of dark light flashed in my eyes as I immediately ended the call, opened a specific app on my phone, and held my breath.

As expected, a small blue dot appeared on the map, stationary at Virellia City International Airport.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I closed my eyes for a brief moment.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to Jane, who was sitting on the sofa. "Go arrange a private jet for me."

Jane looked startled. "CEO Hawthorne, your injury hasn’t fully healed yet."

"It’s fine," I replied, dismissing her concern.

When Jane hesitated, staying rooted in place, I raised my gaze. "Is there something wrong?"

She hesitated, clearly unsure. "CEO Hawthorne, there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you—or if you even know about it."

"What is it?"

"It’s about Mrs. Hawthorne."

I understood her concern. She was worried that I was rushing to find Vivienne, even though she knew Vivienne was a good person. She feared I might be deceived.

Vivienne?

I raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead."

I understood Jane’s hesitation, but I didn’t want to hold it against her. "I won’t blame you."

After a brief moment of indecision, Jane spoke. "When Mrs. Hawthorne had her miscarriage, did you look at her medical records?"

"No," I answered firmly, signaling her to continue.

Jane must have guessed that I didn’t know.

During the time Vivienne was hospitalized, I was always by her side, and I received all the details of her condition from the doctors. But there were some irrelevant details the doctors might not have mentioned unless asked.

Jane continued, "At that time, I was the one who handled Vivienne’s medical paperwork. I came across something in her records that really stuck with me."

That line had been weighing on Jane’s mind for a month. She had planned to stay silent if Vivienne and I reconciled, but now that we were divorced, she finally decided to speak up. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"When I was handling Mrs. Hawthorne’s paperwork, I saw a line in her medical record that said, ’Cervical opening horizontally ruptured, suspected history of childbirth.’"

I looked at Jane, my gaze unflinching. "That’s impossible." I immediately dismissed it. "It must have been an equipment error."

Vivienne and I had been married for three years. We were intimate, and I knew her body well. She came to H. Dynasty when she was sixteen, always under my watch. If she had a history of childbirth, there was no way I wouldn’t have known.

Moreover, when Vivienne was pregnant this time, she clearly seemed inexperienced. If she had given birth before, she would have known more.

She had never mentioned anything like this to me. What Jane was saying made no sense.

But Jane pressed on. "At first, I thought the doctor had made a mistake. But when I asked the doctor, she assured me confidently that, with her twenty years of experience, she was absolutely certain."

I paused, looking at Jane with suspicion.

Jane nodded lightly. "If you don’t believe me, you can call the doctor in and ask her yourself."

I lowered my gaze, rubbing my brow casually. "Then have her come in."

"...Alright."

Jane could see I still didn’t believe her. She sighed and left the room.

I was left alone.

I replayed Jane’s words in my mind, still convinced it must have been a mistake on the doctor’s part.

Vivienne having a history of childbirth? It seemed absurd.

A history of childbirth? Compared to a history of miscarriages, a history of childbirth was even harder to believe. After all, her uterine wall was thin, which could very well explain multiple miscarriages.

A few minutes later, Jane returned with the female gynecologist who was going to perform Vivienne’s abortion.

"Mr. Hawthorne, what did you need me for?" The doctor probably looked down on me for being an unfaithful man. Though she kept her politeness, I could sense the disdain in her tone.

I glanced at Jane.

Jane understood immediately and handed the doctor Vivienne’s medical records.

The doctor glanced at the records, her confusion evident. "What’s the issue? Is there something wrong with the medical records, or is there a problem with Ms. Vivienne’s health?"

I furrowed my brows and took the records, reading aloud, "Has a history of childbirth?"

The doctor seemed puzzled by my confusion. "Yes, women who’ve had children sometimes have these records. Ms. Vivienne seems to have recovered well; you can hardly tell she’s given birth. Your first child must be about three or four years old by now, right?"

Jane froze, holding her breath, glancing up at me with one eye.

My gaze was cold, deep, like a bottomless pool. I asked quietly, "Are you sure there was no misdiagnosis?"

"Misdiagnosis?" The doctor was taken aback.

I clarified, "We don’t have any children."

The doctor’s expression faltered immediately.

No children? Then...

What was Vivienne hiding, and why?

I took a deep breath and met the doctor’s sharp gaze. She quickly added, "There’s absolutely no misdiagnosis. I couldn’t have made a mistake. This medical record was signed off by other doctors. If you don’t believe me, you can ask them!"

Seeing that my face remained as pale as stone, the doctor suddenly seemed to remember something and added, "Mr. Hawthorne, didn’t you and Ms. Vivienne just celebrate your third wedding anniversary? Considering Ms. Vivienne’s recovery, it must have been at least three or four years ago when she gave birth..."

The implication was clear: if Vivienne had been hiding something from me, it made sense that I wouldn’t know about it, even after being married to her.

"Alright, you can leave now," I said calmly, though only I knew how much I was forcing myself to stay composed.

"Alright, alright." The doctor sighed in relief and hurriedly left.

I turned to Jane with a blank expression. "Go get the other doctor who signed this."

"Yes." Jane nodded and left.

Just as she was about to open the door, I added, "Give them some money. I don’t want them spreading this around."

"Understood."

Regardless of whether the records were true or not, if this information got out, Vivienne’s reputation would be ruined—and so would mine.

A few minutes later, Jane returned with the other doctor.

The second doctor gave the same answer, speaking with complete certainty, even explaining the differences between the wombs of women who had given birth and those who hadn’t.

I waved my hand dismissively, emotions surging within me, my voice heavy. "You can leave now."

The second doctor fell silent and left.

Jane dared not speak, quietly following the doctor out, giving me some time to process everything.

The deeper the feelings, the deeper the hurt when deceived.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

I leaned back on the sofa, expressionless, lips tightly pressed, brows furrowed, teeth clenched, fists balled, my gaze fixed intently on the ceiling as I sank into deep thought.

I didn’t want to believe what the medical records said, but the attitudes and firm statements of the two doctors made it impossible to ignore.

I slowly closed my eyes, trying hard to remember that night—the reason why I ended up marrying Vivienne.

Though I had been drugged, my mind had been remarkably clear. I distinctly remembered that it wasn’t Vivienne’s first time.

I hadn’t paid much attention at the time because I didn’t like her, and she had already graduated from college. Having a past relationship and being intimate wasn’t unusual.

It wasn’t until now that I started to feel something was off. Hadn’t I heard that Vivienne had never dated anyone during college?

Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, and I opened my eyes wide, my pupils contracting sharply.

I didn’t believe Vivienne had a history of childbirth because pregnancy at least takes six months, and she had lived at Ashford Manor with me before we married. It would have been impossible to hide a six-month pregnancy.

But then I remembered that Vivienne had participated in the International Design Awards in her second year of university and won first prize, with funding from the national foundation to study abroad in France for a year.

In her third year, Vivienne had spent the entire year in another country.

If she had gotten pregnant and given birth during this time, it would match the timeline the doctors mentioned of three or four years ago...

My fists clenched tighter without realizing it, the knuckles turning white.