My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Date Night Interruption

‎Alexander raised an eyebrow, then gave a low chuckle.

‎"Alicia, what are you saying?"

‎"Nothing." I lowered my gaze with a small smile. "Just pretend I’m being unreasonable."

‎I hid the bitterness in my eyes.

‎But why was he so willing to give me the bracelet, yet unwilling to part with that ring?

‎The answer was obvious.

‎He was biased.

‎No matter what I did, I could never compare to Lilian.

‎That ring—judging by the design and craftsmanship—must have taken time, thought, and effort.

‎The bracelet?

‎That was only money.

‎That was the difference.

‎Still, it was something Alexander had spent a great deal on.

‎I didn’t want to ruin his mood.

‎Perhaps he thought I was merely sulking, because he said nothing more.

‎Instead, he poured me a small glass of wine.

‎"A little drink?"

‎"Mm."

‎Our glasses touched with a soft chime.

‎I lifted mine, took a sip, and began eating.

‎Just as he had done before, Alexander reached over, took the steak from my plate, and placed it in front of himself.

‎With practiced ease, he cut it into neat pieces before returning it to me.

‎"Thank you."

‎"No need."

‎I took a bite.

‎"It’s delicious."

‎"If you like it, I’ll bring you here again next time."

‎We raised our glasses once more.

‎Our eyes met briefly as we drank.

‎Warmth slowly spread across my face.

‎I couldn’t tell if it was from the wine... or from the quiet intimacy of the moment.

‎After a while, Alexander set down his knife and fork.

‎"I’m going to the restroom for a moment."

‎He rose from his seat and walked out.

‎Watching his tall figure disappear through the door, I touched my heated cheek.

‎I thought...

‎If Alexander wanted me tonight—

‎I didn’t think I would refuse.

‎Just then, the phone he had left on the table suddenly rang.

‎My hand paused before I reached for it.

‎The caller ID glowed across the screen.

‎Lilian.

I froze for a moment.

‎I remembered what Lilian had said that day—

‎Alexander would do anything for Lilian. One phone call, and she could summon him away.

‎Before I could think better of it, I rejected the call and placed the phone back on the table.

‎Two seconds later, it rang again.

‎I declined it once more.

‎Lilian was not someone who gave up easily.

‎If Alexander didn’t answer, she would keep calling until he did.

‎My fingers tightened around the phone.

‎A bitter impulse rose in me.

‎Without hesitation, I deleted the missed calls, switched off Alexander’s phone, and returned it to exactly where it had been.

‎Just then, the private room door opened.

‎Alexander walked back in and resumed his seat as though nothing had happened.

‎After a while, noticing I had barely eaten, Alexander lifted his gaze.

‎"Are you done?"

‎He glanced at the untouched dishes.

‎"Would you like to try the desserts here?"

‎"Sure."

‎I called the waiter over, opened the menu, and ordered two desserts.

‎The waiter bowed and left.

‎Only a few moments passed before the private room door was violently shoved open.

‎Both Alexander and I looked up.

‎The person standing there was not the waiter.

‎It was Michael Livingston.

‎His usually polished appearance was gone. His tie was crooked, his breathing uneven, his face filled with fury.

‎"Michael?" Alexander rose halfway from his seat, startled. "What are you doing here?"

‎Michael strode inside.

‎"What am I doing here?" he snapped. "You’re sitting here enjoying candlelight and wine while chaos has broken out outside. Do you have any idea what’s happening?"

‎Alexander’s brows furrowed sharply.

‎He set down his knife and fork.

‎"What happened?"

‎Michael stared at him as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‎"Lilian was in the middle of a show when a stage malfunction caused a fire accident. She was trapped and badly burned."

‎The blood drained from my face.

‎My ears rang.

‎That call just now...

‎Michael’s voice turned even harsher.

‎"The entire venue is in chaos, and you’re here having dinner? Why didn’t you answer your phone?"

‎A wave of nausea rolled through me.

‎"Alexander, stop wasting time and go to the hospital."

‎His tone was sharp with urgency.

‎"Lilian is badly injured. The fire terrified her. The doctors say her condition is critical."

‎Alexander loosened his collar.

‎His brows remained tightly drawn as he lowered his eyes and fell silent.

‎Michael’s anger only deepened.

‎"What are you hesitating for?"

‎He pointed toward the door.

‎"When Lilian called you, the fire hadn’t fully spread yet. She trusted you. She needed you. If you had answered, maybe she wouldn’t have been hurt this badly."

‎Each word struck like a hammer.

‎"And now you’re going to leave her alone in the hospital while she fights for her life?"

‎The room fell into suffocating silence.

‎At last, Alexander spoke.

‎"I understand."

‎He straightened and picked up his coat.

‎Then he looked at Michael.

‎"Take Alicia home for me."

‎My heart dropped.

‎Alexander turned and walked toward the door.

‎I stepped forward instinctively.

‎"Alexander!"

‎He paused but didn’t turn.

‎"Don’t forget what day this is!" My voice trembled. "Lilian is surrounded by doctors. She doesn’t need you there!"

‎The frustration I had buried all night finally burst free.

‎No—

‎it was jealousy.

‎Jealousy so fierce it made me hate myself.

‎For once, I wanted to be selfish.

‎I wanted Alexander to belong to me—

‎just for today.

‎Slowly, he turned back.

‎His expression was unreadable.

‎"I know what today is," he said quietly. "But Lilian is seriously hurt. I have to go."

‎He turned again.

‎"Alexander! Are you really leaving?"

‎He kept walking.

‎Something inside me snapped.

‎"Fine!"

‎My eyes burned as I stared at his back.

‎"Then listen carefully, Alexander Blackwood—if you walk out that door tonight, there will be no future for us.".....