My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: "You didn’t deny it"

But the clickbait accounts and troublemakers hadn’t disappeared entirely.

At 9 a.m., a well-known emotional gossip account on Twitter posted a new update.

A single image.

Captioned:

"The power of money."

The photo was a screenshot of a backstage message:

"Hello, I’m Mr. Alexander’s secretary. Your actions have infringed on Mr. Alexander’s legal rights. Please provide a contact so we can discuss removing the post before the situation escalates."

The wording was formal.

Measured.

But in the hands of the public—

It became something else entirely.

Proof.

Or what they chose to believe was proof.

The post spread quickly.

And with it—

A new wave of mockery.

Comments flooded in, sharper than before:

"So this is how the rich silence people?"

"Caught red-handed and now threatening others?"

"Money really can bury anything, huh?"

Alicia’s name resurfaced once again.

Dragged through the noise.

Distorted.

Reframed.

But this time—

It didn’t rise the same way.

Despite the engagement, despite the comments piling up—

None of it reached the trending list.

Every attempt to push it further was quietly suppressed.

Controlled.

Contained.

On the surface—

The storm was fading.

But underneath—

It hadn’t ended.

Not really.

And somehow—

Alicia still found out.

Alicia’s POV

While I was having breakfast the next morning, my phone vibrated.

A message from Aiden.

"Alicia, are you alright? Don’t let anything get to you, okay?"

I frowned slightly and replied:

"?"

"What do you mean?"

The chat showed typing... for a few seconds.

Then nothing.

A quiet sigh escaped me.

I already had a feeling.

"If you’re not going to reply, I’ll just look it up myself."

A moment later, a link came through.

"Just take a look at this," Aiden added. "The media are just grasping at straws. Netizens don’t think critically—they’re easily manipulated. Don’t let it bother you."

I tapped the link.

A gossip article.

I skimmed through it quickly, my expression unchanged.

The writing wasn’t bad.

Structured. Controlled. Even a little... convincing.

Professional enough to blur the line between fact and speculation.

When I reached the end, my eyes paused on the timestamp.

Then, slowly—

I looked up at Alexander.

He sat across from me, calm as ever.

As if none of this existed.

"I saw the news," I said evenly. "Did Jane call you in the middle of the night because of this?"

His gaze flicked briefly toward my phone.

"This isn’t something you need to worry about," he replied. "I’ve already handled it."

"Mm."

I nodded and took another bite of my sandwich.

The comments didn’t affect me.

They were just noise.

A crowd speaking loudly without thinking, convinced they were right.

To them, explanations were excuses.

And silence—

Was guilt.

There was no point caring.

I typed a quick reply:

"Thank you. I’m not bothered by it. Don’t let it get to you either."

"Stop using your phone while eating," Alexander said lightly.

I glanced at him.

Just as I was about to put my phone down, another message came in.

"Has your boyfriend seen the news? If he has, you should explain it so he doesn’t misunderstand."

I paused.

There was something probing in Aiden’s words.

He must have remembered what I’d said before—

That things between me and my boyfriend weren’t going well.

That we might separate.

My fingers stilled.

I glanced at Alexander again.

Back then, I had truly believed we would divorce.

So I kept everything hidden.

But now...

Things had changed.

Not in a way I could fully explain.

Not even to myself.

I didn’t want my friends to misunderstand.

I didn’t want them worrying.

After a moment, I typed:

"He doesn’t misunderstand."

The reply came almost instantly:

"As long as he trusts you, that’s enough!"

My fingers hovered over the screen.

Then, slowly, I added:

"...What I meant was Some of the things in the news are true."

A pause.

Then—

"?"

"what do you mean?"

The typing... indicator flickered repeatedly.

Uncertain.

Hesitant.

I knew what would come next.

Questions.

Clarifications.

Things I wasn’t sure I was ready to explain....

"I’m done."

Alexander set down his utensils.

"Hurry up. I’m waiting for you—we’ll go to the office together."

I looked up.

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