My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Scheme Revealed

"Yeah," Michael continued quickly. "She asked me to find you. She was afraid you wouldn’t come, so she told me to... exaggerate the situation a bit."

‎Silence.

‎Then I asked slowly,

‎"After she was injured... did you see her?"

‎"No. She called me," Michael admitted. "She said your phone wasn’t working. Bro, this isn’t on me. She was crying, saying she was scared you wouldn’t care anymore. What was I supposed to do?"

"Do you know what day yesterday was?"

‎Of course, it had been Lilian’s birthday.

‎But Michael knew that wasn’t the answer I wanted.

‎Silence stretched over the line.

‎After a moment, his uneasy voice came through.

‎"Your... anniversary?" Michael guessed weakly.

‎"Yes."

‎He let out an awkward laugh.

‎"Well... what a coincidence. Everything just happened to fall on the same day..."

‎My voice remained calm.

‎"You didn’t know this time, so I’ll let it pass."

‎A pause.

‎"But apologize to Alicia when you see her."

‎"And don’t let something like this happen again."

‎"I understand, bro," Michael replied immediately.

‎Not long after, Jane sent over the footage from the set.

‎Along with it came a message:

‎CEO Blackwood, the set’s surveillance system conveniently malfunctioned, but this clip was accidentally captured by the behind-the-scenes photographer.

‎My gaze darkened slightly.

‎The surveillance system broke down...

‎Was it truly a coincidence?

‎Or something arranged?

‎I opened the video.

‎After watching it once, I already had my answer.

‎Without hesitation, I headed straight for Lilian’s attending physician’s office.

‎The doctor was on break.

‎When he saw me enter, he immediately looked flustered.

‎"CEO Blackwood... what brings you here at this hour?"

‎"Doctor, I have a question."

‎He forced a smile.

‎"It’s about Miss Lilian’s injuries, right? Please ask. I’ll tell you everything honestly."

‎I looked at him steadily.

‎"I want to know the true extent of Miss Lilian’s burns."

‎His expression stiffened for a brief second, though he quickly tried to recover.

‎"CEO Blackwood, I’m not sure what you mean. Her medical report clearly states the affected area."

‎I remained composed.

‎A faint smile touched my lips, but there was no warmth in it.

‎"Doctor."

‎My voice was quiet.

‎"Choose carefully."

‎"Offend Lilian..."

‎"Or offend me."

‎The color drained from his face.

‎"I—I’ll tell you."

‎He swallowed hard.

‎"Miss Lilian’s actual burn area is less than one percent. There were only two minor blisters on her leg."

‎His voice trembled.

‎"She and her talent agent asked me to exaggerate the report. The file wasn’t signed or stamped, so it holds no legal validity."

‎My eyes narrowed slightly.

‎"So she was never unconscious?"

‎"N-No," the doctor admitted quickly.

‎"When she arrived yesterday, she was fully conscious the entire time."

‎Silence filled the room.

‎After a moment, I stood.

‎"I understand."

‎I adjusted my cuffs.

‎"Thank you, Doctor."

‎Then I turned and walked out of the office.

‎

I remembered that by the time I arrived at the hospital last night, it had already been past nine—close to ten.

‎Yet Lilian had only "woken up" this morning.

‎That meant she had an entire night to arrange everything.

‎I stood outside her room in the corridor, staring at the distant sky.

‎If I hadn’t asked directly...

‎I would never have believed it.

‎Lilian and Kendra had lied to me together.

‎But why?

‎Deep down, I already knew the answer.

‎Still, I wanted to hear it from Lilian herself.

‎I pushed open the door and walked in.

‎Lilian’s face brightened immediately.

‎"Alexander, you’re back."

‎She smiled softly.

‎"You didn’t have to stay out so long. The crew left ages ago."

‎My expression remained faint.

‎"Just took a walk."

‎I looked at her calmly.

‎"How are you feeling now? Does it still hurt?"

‎She pouted weakly.

‎"It hurts... very badly."

‎Her gaze softened.

‎"That’s why I need you here. If you stay with me, the pain goes away."

‎If I hadn’t known the truth...

‎I might have stayed and comforted her.

‎But now, seeing it from the outside—

‎it all felt hollow.

‎Even her performance lacked conviction.

‎I remained composed.

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