My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: "won’t you divorce her?"

Alexander was in New York on a business trip, while I was there mostly to explore.

During the day, when he went to the branch office, I wandered around the city on my own. Occasionally, when he finished early, he would join me for shopping and dinner outside.

They say intimacy can strengthen a relationship.

That saying isn’t without a reason.

Since that night, our relationship had grown much closer. Almost every night for the past few days, we had been in each others arms. It got to a point that I started getting worried about the child in my womb.

It was as if something between us had finally broken open—a barrier that had stood there for too long.

Everything felt peaceful.

Too peaceful.

So peaceful that I couldn’t help wondering whether it would remain the same once we returned to Velaridge City.

A few days later, we began preparing to head back.

Alexander asked our other four companions to return first, while he and I made a stop in Washington to visit his aunt, who had settled there.

Grandfather and Grandmother had three children.

The eldest was Alexander’s father, who passed away when Alexander was still young.

The second was Uncle Steve, a shareholder in Blackwood Dominion Enterprises. Though he rarely involved himself in company affairs, preferring to focus on his own businesses.

The youngest was Alexander’s aunt, Angela Blackwood, who lived in Washington.

As the only daughter and the youngest child, she had been doted on all her life. Even now, in her forties, traces of that spoiled temperament still remained.

She had never married.

Grandfather and Grandmother had once worried endlessly about her future and tried introducing her to countless men, but Aunt Angela rejected every one of them. Eventually, they gave up and allowed her to live as she pleased.

Recently, she had adopted a child.

I had lived with the Blackwoods for six years, yet in all that time, I had only seen Angela a handful of times.

From the beginning, I knew she disliked me.

The first time she visited the family home and saw me, she treated me as if I were invisible.

Later, after I married Alexander, her hostility became even more obvious.

She looked at me with the kind of disdain people reserved for enemies.

Once, she even pulled me aside privately.

What she said was nothing but a demand for me to step aside and leave Alexander, insisting I wasn’t worthy of him because of my background... and because of my father.

Angela had never truly gotten along with Grandmother. And when my father first became close to Grandfather and Grandmother, Angela grew resentful.

She believed he had only approached the Blackwood family for their wealth.

Even after his death, that resentment remained.

Somehow, it had passed down to me.

At the time, I had been overjoyed to marry Alexander, full of hope for the future.

How could I have been swayed by Angela’s provocations?

In the end, Angela and I had parted on bad terms.

I was sure she had gone to complain to Alexander afterward.

I never knew what he said to her, but after that, she never came back.

So when Alexander suggested we visit her now, I felt a little nervous.

But he simply held my hand and said he would stay by my side.

For some reason... that reassurance calmed me more than I expected.

Third person POV

Angela had always been particularly fond of Alexander.

So when she learned he was coming to visit, she was delighted. She even sent a driver to pick them up from the airport herself.

Throughout the ride, Alicia sat quietly, her mind running through countless possibilities of how Angela would react upon seeing her arrive at the villa.

Although Angela lived abroad, like the other Blackwood siblings she still held shares in the company and owned several businesses in Washington.

The moment they stepped inside, Angela’s face lit up.

"Alexander!"

She moved forward warmly at the sight of his tall figure.

But the instant her eyes landed on Alicia standing beside him, a flicker of displeasure crossed her face.

It lasted only a second.

But Alicia saw it clearly.

Still, Alicia offered a polite smile.

"Auntie."

Angela merely glanced at her before turning back to Alexander.

"Come in."

Alexander cast Alicia a brief look, then took her hand and led her inside.

The villa was elegant without being ostentatious—luxurious in the quiet way old money often was. Warm lighting, tasteful décor, and soft neutral tones made the place feel refined yet lived in.

Angela led them into the living room.

Alexander, still holding Alicia’s hand, guided her to the sofa before sitting beside her.

Soon, a staff member arrived with coffee, and Angela poured three cups herself.

"Alexander, I’m so glad you came to see me."

"Auntie, it’s really been a while," Alexander replied, his gaze drifting around the room. "Is Bella at school?"

Bella Blackwood was Angela’s adopted daughter.

Alicia had heard of her, though they had never met.

Alexander, however, knew the little girl well.

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