My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 157

Alexander’s POV

The very thought of this fills me with a mix of bitterness, anger, frustration, and a deep sense of betrayal. My temples are throbbing, my jaw clenched so tightly I can almost hear my teeth grinding as I fight to hold back the rage threatening to boil over.

Vivienne and I lost our child. And now I find out that she had a child with another man?!

Who is he?!

Was he her first lover?

How could he leave Vivienne to bear a child on her own and not take any responsibility?

I swear, if I ever find out who he is, I’ll tear him apart!

Vivienne always talked about wanting to leave with Julian for another country... Could he be the one?

Do they have some secret place together?

Had they been involved since Vivienne’s junior year of college?

The dark corner of my mind suddenly ignites into an uncontrollable blaze, the fire spreading higher and fiercer, nearly consuming my sanity.

Bang—

A loud, deafening crash echoes through the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of things falling.

I can hear the crash of a table hitting the floor, followed by the scraping of a moved sofa, the sharp clink of glass shattering, and the thud of something else falling.

As the chaotic clatter fades, the room falls into a heavy silence.

I don’t know how long it’s been, but finally, a hoarse voice breaks the stillness, “You can go back now.”

The voice is steady, but beneath the calm, there’s a clear note of exhaustion—of bitterness.

Jane checks her phone. It’s already 11 p.m.

At this point, it’s clear that tonight will be a sleepless one for me.

The next morning, Jane arrives at the hospital room.

As soon as she enters, the heavy scent of smoke hits her. It’s so thick it stings her eyes.

The room is a mess—tables overturned, sofas moved, and everything scattered across the floor.

I’m sitting in a single armchair, my back against the seat, my legs crossed. My arms rest on the armrests, and my eyes are shut. Dark circles under my eyes hint at bruising. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

I must have looked like this when I left last night.

A thick layer of ash covers the floor in front of me, and there are so many cigarette butts scattered around that I’ve lost count.

Jane sighs, walking over to the window and opening it to let in some fresh air.

After a few moments of silence, she slowly approaches me, “CEO Hawthorne, would you like to move to another room? I’ll have this one cleaned up.”

After a long pause, I finally speak, my voice rough and hoarse, as if filled with sand, “Fine.”

She saw the surveillance video when she helped with the aftermath of the accident.

If it weren’t for Vivienne, I wouldn’t have been so badly injured, and now this—this devastating news.

It feels as if fate itself is playing a cruel joke on me.

Jane steps out briefly, and a few minutes later, she returns, saying, “CEO Hawthorne, you should move to the room next door. Someone will come to clean this up soon.”

“Mm.”

I slowly opened my eyes.

My gaze was dull and lifeless—calm, yet impenetrable, as deep as a black hole, bloodshot veins running through it.

Having stayed up all night, the creases of my double eyelids were more pronounced, and my brows were furrowed so low that they gave off an intense, intimidating aura. A bitter, almost palpable energy radiated from me.

I got up, stepping over scattered objects on the floor, and walked straight into the next room.

Jane followed behind and placed a glass of water on the table in front of me. “CEO Hawthorne, is there anything I can do for you?”

She didn’t believe I’d stay silent after hearing the news.

I sank into the couch, crossing my long legs and leaning lazily against the backrest. My thumb and index finger pressed into my brow, revealing the steel watch on my wrist.

I slowly picked up the glass and took a sip, my voice low and steady. “Find out what happened to Vivienne during her third year abroad. I need all the details.”

After spending the night in the hospital room, smoking to kill time, I finally managed to calm myself enough to start thinking through what didn’t add up.

First, I’d suspected this for a while. Vivienne’s pregnancy looked like that of a beginner—confused, clueless. If she had been pregnant before, she’d have some experience by now.

Second, if Vivienne had been pregnant before, where was that child? Was she pretending I didn’t exist, or had she been in contact with me?

I knew for sure that during the three years we’d been married, Vivienne had never returned to the city where she studied abroad.

Lastly, after calming down, I realized the child probably wasn’t Julian’s.

At that time, we hadn’t even acknowledged each other. And considering how much Vivienne cared about the child and liked Julian, if she had a child with him, she would have stayed with him.

Even if Julian had made mistakes, Vivienne would never have abandoned her child to marry me.

I still remembered how Vivienne had once considered divorcing me to raise the child on her own.

So, who was the father of the child?!

This was the answer I was desperate to find out.

There were just too many inconsistencies in this situation, and I couldn’t let it go.

I needed to uncover the truth, because only then would the weight on my chest finally ease.

“Understood,” Jane replied.

“Get it done as soon as possible,” I instructed, my voice cold.

“I got it.”Vivienne’s POV

After a quick rest at the hotel, Sophie led the three of us on our adventure through Oslo.

When we arrived, the city had just been blanketed by fresh snow, covering the ground in a thick, white layer. But that didn’t dampen my excitement to explore.

Our first stop was Karl Johans Gate.

It’s known as the most bustling shopping street in Oslo.

The street is lined with European-style buildings, home to a variety of shops—restaurants, cafes, malls, and luxury boutiques like LV, Chanel, Hermes, and more.

There weren’t many people out, so the three of us leisurely strolled along.

With my hands in my pockets, I walked through the thick snow, occasionally glancing around. My pace was relaxed, almost as if I wasn’t a tourist at all.

Sophie, ever the energetic one, was busy snapping photos with her phone and popping into shops to take a quick look around.

The tax refund rate here is quite high, making luxury shopping more affordable than I expected.

Before long, Sophie had a handful of shopping bags, while Ariana picked out a few items with great value, planning to bring them back as gifts for her parents and friends.

“Hey, hey, hey! Can one of you take a picture of me?” Sophie called out, standing in front of a building, shaking the shopping bags in her hands.