My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Passing Anniversary

"Okay," I said softly.

"When you wake up, I’ll take you home."

At some point, I had already made my decision.

I continued patting her back gently.

Perhaps sensing the comfort, Alicia slowly calmed down.

Her breathing gradually steadied.

Eventually, she drifted back into a deeper sleep.

I sat there quietly, looking at her sleeping face.

My mind drifted back to the last time she had been like this.

So this was how she had been enduring everything.

Calm on the surface.

But hurting alone where no one could see.

Aiden was right.

She shouldn’t have been carrying all of this by herself.

My gaze fell to the faint tear stain near her eye.

A dull ache spread slowly through my chest.

Not sharp.

Not violent.

Just unbearably heavy.

Suffocating.

Aiden had said he cared about Alicia.

Was this what it felt like?

To truly care about someone?

I carefully tucked the blanket around her before quietly standing up and leaving the room.

After closing the door softly behind me, I stopped midway down the stairs.

The ache in my chest still remained.

It felt like an old hidden wound buried deep inside the body—

Normally unnoticed.

Until rainy days came and the pain returned without warning.

You couldn’t touch it.

Couldn’t see it.

Couldn’t even explain it properly.

You could only endure it silently.

I had never experienced something like this before.

Not even when Lilian was hurt.

Back then, what I felt had mostly been guilt.

Responsibility.

A need to make amends.

But this...

This was completely different.

For the first time, I finally understood—

Pain and guilt were not the same thing.

I stood there silently for a long moment before pulling out my phone and calling Jane.

The call connected quickly.

"CEO Blackwood?"

"The city news station that requested an interview before," I said calmly. "Tell them I’ve agreed."

Jane fell silent for a second.

"...Sir?"

Her surprise was understandable.

I had always hated media interviews.

Aside from necessary public appearances for the company, I rarely allowed the media near my private life.

"No need to sound so shocked," I said quietly.

"Contact them. Arrange a time. And send me the list of questions beforehand."

Jane seemed to understand something from my tone because her voice became noticeably quieter.

"...Understood, sir."

After hanging up, I lowered the phone slowly.

The villa remained silent.

But for the first time in a long while,

my mind had never felt clearer.

Alicia’s POV

The next morning, I woke up feeling weaker than usual.

Thankfully, it was Saturday.

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