My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 29

Alexander’s POV

The car pulled into the hospital parking lot, and I quickly found a spot. Making my way to the psychologist’s office, I knocked before entering.

"Mr. Alexander Hawthorne, Miss Blackwood’s session is over. Her condition hasn’t improved—it’s actually gotten worse. I just gave her a sedative to help her sleep."

I listened, my face grim. "I understand."

"Mr. Hawthorne, I need to stress how serious this is. Miss Blackwood was showing significant improvement not long ago, but in the past two days, things have taken a sharp turn. There’s a real risk she could spiral into severe depression, and that would be much harder to treat."

"Mm," I nodded.

Isabella’s condition had worsened after she found out about my marriage.

I walked to her bedside, looking at her pale face, a wave of guilt washing over me.

She had once been so lively and full of life, but now—because of me—she was suffering, caught in a dark place of psychological distress. Her personality had changed, and she’d attempted suicide multiple times. I couldn’t fail her now.

I sat down in the chair beside her bed.

I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually, Isabella slowly woke up, her voice thick with sleep. "Alexander? Is that really you? Am I dreaming? Why are you here?"

"It’s me, Isabella. I came to see you," I said softly, offering her a smile.

She lifted her head slightly, her expression softening. "Alexander, will you take tomorrow off and go shopping with me?"

"Okay," I agreed.

Vivienne’s POV

After returning from the police station, I got back to work.

Olivia had been keeping tabs on things, and when she saw me walk in alone, she flashed me a smug smile.

Around noon, Evelyn called. "Vivienne, how’s everything? Did you go to the charity gala last night? How was it?"

From her tone, it was clear she had no idea that Isabella had also attended the event.

I chuckled. "It was nice, and the desserts were amazing."

Evelyn laughed. "I knew you’d be all about the sweets! Did Alexander get you anything, like jewelry?"

"Yeah, he got me a bracelet. It’s beautiful."

"Nice, nice. When you have a chance, bring it over. I want to see it!" Evelyn was thrilled, clearly thinking, This boy knows what he’s doing.

"Mm."

"By the way, I have two tickets for The Indigo Ballet tomorrow night. They’re touring in Virellia City. I don’t really care for ballet, so I thought you and Alexander could go. You two would love it."

"This..."

I didn’t need to say it—Evelyn was trying to play matchmaker again.

I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn quickly added, "Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Alexander about it. Do you think he’d dare to refuse?"

"Alright..."

I wasn’t sure when Alexander had returned to the office, but before the day ended, he sent me a WhatsApp message: Wait for me after work, and we’ll go home together.

I replied with a simple word: "Okay."

Just as I was about to close my phone, I got another message—from Sophie.

Sophie: "Vivienne, want to go shopping tomorrow? It’s Saturday."

I hadn’t been shopping in a while, and with the new season’s collections about to drop, I figured I might not have time later.

I replied: "Sure, what time?"

Sophie: "Let’s meet at 9 AM at Opal Tower Mall."

Vivienne: "Sounds good."

After work, I went home with Alexander.

"Did you sort things out at the police station?" he asked.

"Yes, it’s all taken care of."

"Did Nana talk to you about the ballet tomorrow night?"

I looked at him. "You agreed to go?"

"Mm."

"Have you thought this through? If the news of our divorce ever gets out, Nana will be heartbroken. You shouldn’t have agreed to go. Sometimes, refusing is the better option. It’ll give Nana peace of mind."

Alexander sneered. "Why didn’t you refuse?"

"I’m not the one asking for a divorce, so why should I be the one to take the fall?"

"You want a divorce too. What’s the difference?"

"..."

I didn’t want to argue, so I changed the subject. "I have plans tomorrow, so just make sure you’re on time for the ballet."

"Fine by me."

Alexander turned his gaze out the window, not saying anything more.

We pulled into the driveway of the villa, and got out of the car one after the other.

"Mrs. and Mr. Hawthorne, welcome back," Maggie greeted us, her smile warm. She knew there’d been tension between us lately, and it was rare to see us return together.

"Maggie, what’s for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"I managed to get some fresh tomatoes, foie gras, beef, and vegetables today. I’ll prepare everything soon."

"Sounds good."

Alexander went upstairs, while I sat down on the couch, absentmindedly turning on the TV.

I didn’t particularly enjoy watching TV, but I liked the noise it brought to the space—it made the house feel more alive.

Soon, Alexander came downstairs, dressed in casual clothes. A few strands of hair hung over his forehead, and his neck sported a bit of clean stubble, making him look unexpectedly youthful.

He was about to sit on the single sofa when he noticed me rubbing my shoulder. He immediately changed direction and stood behind me. "Are you feeling really tired lately?"

"Mm," I nodded.

His large hand settled on my shoulder, and he gently began massaging it. "Luca’s built a resort on the outskirts of town. When we’re through this busy period, we could go there for a few days."

"We’ll talk about it later," I replied.

By then, we should be divorced.

Alexander didn’t say anything, but he continued massaging my shoulder. "Is it better now?"

"Mm."

His technique was impressive—something he must have perfected over the past three years.

Soon, Maggie brought dinner to the table.

As we sat down, Alexander served me a bowl of tomato soup.

"Thank you." Suddenly, something crossed my mind, and I asked, "By the way, where’s my gift?"

Alexander paused for a moment, his expression tightening slightly. "The bracelet... Isabella really liked it..."

A dull pain shot through my chest, but I forced a light smile, trying to hide it. "It’s fine. I don’t need the jewelry. If she likes it, then it’s hers."

I could let her have my husband—what was a piece of jewelry compared to that?

"Next time, I’ll get you something," I added softly. "Or if you see something you like, just let me know, and I’ll transfer the money to you."

"Let’s talk about it later," I said quietly, lowering my head to continue eating.

Alexander watched me, his mouth twitching slightly, his gaze dropping to the table.

The atmosphere thickened with tension.

I ate slowly, taking small bites of my porridge. After finishing the bowl of soup, I set down my spoon. "I’m done. I’ll head upstairs now."

"Mm." Alexander nodded, watching me leave, his fingers tightening around his utensils.

After a quiet dinner, he retreated to his room, pulled out his wallet, and took out a black card. He headed straight for the master bedroom.

"Vivienne, you—"

His words died in his throat as he stepped into the room, his steps faltering.

The room was far emptier than before, noticeably more bare. A lot of my things were gone.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that my personal items had disappeared.

Had I moved out of the master bedroom?

Why?

Alexander stormed out, calling my name as he checked the other guest rooms.

The first guest room was dark and empty.

The second guest room was the same.

But in the third room, the light was on, and all my things were still there. The bed was neatly made with soft blankets, and I was sitting against the headboard, playing on my phone.

"What’s going on?" he demanded.