My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Beautifully wrapped sweetness

I don’t regret helping Lilian after she returned to Velaridge City.

What I regretted...

Was failing to understand my own feelings sooner.

And hurting Alicia because of it.

If I could go back and choose again, I would still help Lilian establish herself professionally.

But I would never maintain private contact with her again.

And I would have told Alicia everything honestly from the very beginning.

Unfortunately...

What was done could no longer be undone.

I lowered my eyes slightly as I stepped onto the aircraft stairs.

The day I publicly announced our marriage—

Was also the exact same day Alicia asked me for a divorce.

Even now, I could still remember the expression on her face that night.

Calm.

Too calm.

As though she had already given up completely.

The moment she said the word "divorce," it felt as if something inside my chest had been struck violently.

For the first time in years...

I felt afraid.

Was everything I did afterward already too late?

Will Alicia still insist on divorcing me even after watching the interview?

The thought made my chest tighten unconsciously.

Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport lounge, the sky was overcast.

And for some reason—

I suddenly had the unsettling feeling that returning to Velaridge City this time...

Would change something completely between us.

Alicia’s POV

It had already been three days since the fire incident.

Things at the office had gradually begun to settle down.

By the time I returned home that evening, exhaustion weighed heavily on my body.

As I bent down to change my shoes by the entrance, my movements paused slightly.

There was a pair of handmade leather men’s shoes by the door.

Was Alexander back?.

We hadn’t properly spoken since the night I asked for a divorce.

"You’re back."

I looked up to find Alexander sitting casually on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. He looked composed as always, but something about his gaze felt darker than usual.

"Mm," I replied softly. "Have things settled in B City?"

"Almost," he answered. "The rest can be handled by someone else."

I slipped into my slippers and walked into the living room.

Alexander’s eyes followed me the entire way.

I deliberately chose the couch opposite his and sat down quietly.

For a split second, his gaze darkened slightly.

But he said nothing.

Instead, he picked up the glass pitcher beside him, poured a glass of water, and handed it to me.

I accepted it calmly.

"Since things have settled down," I said casually, "we should go get the divorce decree soon."

Alexander froze.

His gaze locked onto mine instantly.

There was something heavy in his eyes—something restrained and unreadable.

"You still insist on divorcing?"

"Mm."

"Haven’t you watched the interview?"

"I did."

My tone remained flat.

A brief silence followed.

It was as though my reaction had completely caught him off guard.

"And you still want a divorce?"

"Mm."

His expression darkened further.

"But our relationship has already been made public."

"Just because it’s public doesn’t mean we can’t divorce."

"Why?"

I lifted my eyes to meet his.

"I already told you last time, didn’t I?"

Alexander stared at me for several seconds before suddenly asking—

"Is it because of Aiden?"

My brows furrowed slightly.

"What?"

"Was it because he told you what happened?"

I frowned.

"What are you talking about, Alexander?"

For the first time that night, uncertainty flickered across his expression.

As though he had suddenly realized something.

A long silence followed before he finally asked quietly—

"Then tell me..."

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