My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Late Realisation

Alicia’s POV

Alexander tilted his head slightly, his expression dark and unreadable.

‎Slowly, he raised a hand and touched his left cheek—the one I had just slapped.

‎A faint red mark was already forming.

‎"Fine..." he muttered, his voice low, almost hoarse. "I’m leaving."

‎"I’m leaving."

‎I stood there, frozen.

‎I hadn’t meant to hit him.

‎But in that moment—panic, anger, humiliation—it all came crashing down at once.

‎And my hand had moved before I could stop it.

‎Alexander took a few unsteady steps back, as if the slap had done more than just sting his face.

‎Then he turned.

‎Opened the door.

‎And walked out.

‎The assistant, who seemed to had just pieced everything together, stood stiffly in the hallway.

‎He watched as Alexander walked toward the elevator, his usual imposing presence now... strangely subdued.

‎For a moment, the assistant hesitated.

‎Then he glanced back at me, still standing by the door.

‎There was an unmistakable look of grievance in Alexander’s retreating figure.

‎Almost like...

‎he was the one who had been wronged.

‎When the assistant noticed me looking at him, he immediately panicked.

‎"Director Alicia!" he blurted out. "It was CEO Blackwood who called me for your room number. He told me to knock—I couldn’t refuse him, I swear!"

‎I let out a quiet breath and nodded.

‎"its ok,I understand."

‎My voice was calm. Too calm.

‎"You can go rest."

‎"Y-Yes, Director Alicia."

‎He didn’t dare linger any longer.

‎The door closed.

‎Silence followed.

‎The room suddenly felt suffocating.

‎I stood there for a moment, then slowly walked back inside.

‎My phone was still on the bed, the paused drama frozen mid-scene.

‎I picked it up... then dropped it again.

‎I didn’t want to watch anything anymore.

‎I didn’t want to think about what happened last night.

‎But Alexander had to come all the way Nevaris city to remind me of everything.

‎The memories came rushing back.

‎Last night.

‎The humiliation.

‎His silence.

‎And then—

‎him leaving.

‎Leaving me behind.

‎For Lilian.

‎My fingers tightened unconsciously.

‎He even came all the way here... just to explain?

‎A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

‎What was there to explain?

‎That he was worried about Lilian?

‎That she needed him more?

‎That I... could wait?

‎My chest tightened.

‎Because the truth was—

‎I didn’t want to wait.

‎I wanted his concern too.

‎His protection.

‎His choice.

‎But when it mattered most...

‎he didn’t choose me.

‎I remembered my own voice from last night, clear and firm:

‎"Alexander, if you step out that door today... it’s over between us."

‎And he still left.

‎Without hesitation.

‎My eyes slowly lowered.

‎So what exactly was he trying to explain now?

‎His actions had already said everything.

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‎‎Alexander’s POV

‎After leaving the hotel, I returned to Valeridge City that same night and buried myself in work, just as I always did.

‎I forced myself not to think about Alicia.

‎But the harder I tried, the more impossible it became.

‎Every time I closed my eyes, her face appeared before me.

‎Happy.

‎Smug.

‎Angry.

‎Heartbroken.

‎Countless expressions lingered in my mind, refusing to fade.

‎And then there was that look in her eyes on the night of our wedding anniversary—

‎the despair.

‎For the past two nights, I had dreamed about her.

‎In the first dream, we were divorced.

‎Alicia hated me so deeply it seemed carved into her bones. She left the country and never came back.

‎In the second dream, we were divorced again.

‎This time, she had married someone else.

‎She stood in a wedding dress, smiling brightly at another man—the kind of smile I had never managed to give her.

‎I woke from both dreams in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep.

‎Only then did I realize how deeply Alicia had worked her way into my life.

‎The house without her felt eerily quiet.

‎Almost unbearable.

‎During the day, I tried to focus on work.

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