My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Sudden Attack

Alexander’s steps faltered for the briefest moment.

‎Then, without a word—

‎he walked out.

‎The door closed behind him.

‎All the strength drained from my body.

‎I braced myself against the edge of the table, barely able to remain standing.

‎So in the end...

‎he still chose her.

‎I had offered him our future—

‎and he still left.

‎It turned out the peace between us these past few days had only been an illusion.

‎When forced to choose between Lilian and me—

‎Alexander had never hesitated.

‎A scoff sounded beside me.

‎Michael looked at me with open disgust.

‎"Let’s go. Stop pretending."

‎His lips curled coldly.

‎"What kind of act is this, mistress? Lilian is still in emergency." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

With a sharp crack, I swung my hand with every ounce of strength I had left and slapped Michael Livingston across the face.

‎The sound rang through the corridor.

‎Michael staggered half a step, stunned.

‎His hand flew to his reddened cheek as fury surged across his features.

‎"Are you insane?" he snapped. "Don’t think that just because Alexander indulges you, I won’t deal with you myself."

‎I stared straight into his eyes.

‎My voice shook with rage.

‎"Then listen carefully."

‎I took a step closer.

‎"Call me a mistress one more time, and I’ll slap you again."

‎My chest rose violently.

‎"Lilian is the mistress."

‎Each word came out like blood.

‎"She’s the one who tried to destroy someone else’s marriage."

‎I lifted my chin.

‎"I am Alexander Blackwood’s legal wife."

‎My voice cracked, but I did not look away.

‎"The one protected by law."

‎The room fell deathly silent.

‎Then, in one sweeping motion, I struck the edge of the table.

‎Plates crashed.

‎Wine spilled.

‎The lacquered gift box tumbled to the floor.

‎It burst open on impact.

‎The emerald bracelet inside shattered into three broken pieces.

‎I looked down at it for only a second.

‎Then I grabbed my handbag and phone, turned, and walked out without looking back.

‎"Alicia!"

‎Michael’s voice came sharply from behind me.

‎Footsteps followed fast.

‎"What did you just say?" he demanded. "Say it again."

‎I kept walking.

‎The restaurant doors opened before me, and I stepped out into the night air.

‎I chose a random direction and kept going.

‎"Where are you going?" Michael caught up beside me. "I’ll take you home."

‎"I don’t need you to."

‎"No. I’m taking you back."

‎He reached for my arm.

‎The moment his fingers brushed me, I jerked away as if burned.

‎All the grief, humiliation, jealousy, and despair I had been forcing down burst at once.

‎"Get away from me!"

‎My scream tore through the street.

‎Michael froze.

‎I was breathing hard.

‎At some point, tears had already flooded my eyes.

‎My vision blurred.

‎My face was wet.

‎I hadn’t even realized I was crying.

‎Through clenched teeth, I glared at him.

‎"You’re all the same."

‎My voice trembled violently.

‎"Every one of you are bastards."

‎"Stay the hell away from me."

‎For once, Michael had no words.

‎He stood rooted in place, watching me.

‎I turned and walked away alone.

‎My mind was completely blank.

‎I didn’t know where I was going.

‎I only knew I couldn’t stop moving.

‎Step after step, I stumbled into the night—

‎with no exact destination in mind.

Lilian was right.

I never accepted that bet because, deep down, I already knew I would lose.

Maybe that was why I hadn’t even bothered getting Alexander a gift this year.

On our anniversary, he still left me to see her.

His eyes followed Lilian without hesitation—so much so that he didn’t even notice the humiliation I endured in front of his friends.

I lost.

Completely.

How ridiculous.

I lay on the cold ground, shaking, one hand instinctively pressing against my stomach as I struggled to breathe.A buzzing filled my head, and for a moment I didn’t understand what was happening.

‎Then a sharp pain tore through my lower abdomen.

‎I froze instantly.

‎Too scared to move.

‎The baby... my baby...

‎My hand flew to my stomach as I lay curled on the cold ground, waiting—praying—for the pain to ease.

‎Time felt endless.

‎"Are you okay? We should get you to a hospital."

‎A voice broke through the haze.

‎An older woman—the one who had witnessed everything—hurried over from her car.

‎She carefully helped me sit up, concern written all over her face.

‎I struggled to steady my breathing.

‎"It’s okay... I’ll just call—"

‎My words stopped abruptly.

‎My phone... my bag...

‎My wallet was still inside it.

‎Panic rose in my chest.

‎I looked up quickly.

‎"Can you take me to the nearest police station?"

‎She hesitated for only a moment.

‎"Alright. Let’s go."

‎She supported me to her car and drove me to the station.

‎We arrived shortly after and went inside together.

‎I reported the theft and explained what happened.

‎The officers asked a few questions, then allowed the woman to leave after she insisted on staying.

‎She looked reluctant to go.

‎I forced a small smile.

‎"Thank you... I’ll be fine."

‎Only then did she finally leave.

‎After she was gone, I borrowed a small amount of money from one of the officers for a taxi.

‎Before leaving, I took down the station’s contact number.

‎Then I headed home.

‎When I arrived, Maria was cleaning the house.

‎She looked up immediately the moment she saw me.

‎"Miss Alicia... what happened to you?"

‎I lowered my gaze.

‎Only then did I notice the dirt, the bruises on my arms, and the scrapes on my knees.

‎"I tripped and fell," I said quietly. "I’ll go upstairs and shower."

‎I walked past her and went upstairs.

‎After showering, I changed into clean clothes and collapsed onto the bed.

‎Exhaustion swallowed me completely.

‎Suddenly a knock came at the door.

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