My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: News

Those words pierced my chest like a dagger. So that was the real reason why. If that was the case, then explaining and pleading with him would no longer matter.

Numbly, I took the Divorce Settlement Agreement from him.

"Alright. I’ll take a look."

What mattered now was that Lilian Summer—his first love—was back.

Over the years, our relationship—though never made public—had been no different from that of an ordinary married couple. We talked about everything and lived simply, day by day.

Every morning, I helped him choose a suit and straighten his tie before we left for the office together. In the evenings, he always updated me if he had business engagements. Before bed, he asked for my company, and sometimes we shared quiet, intimate moments in the private hot spring. A goodnight kiss was our unchanging ritual.

Whether it was our anniversary, Valentine’s Day, or my birthday, he never missed a gift. Whenever I mentioned something I liked, he made it happen. He had a way of turning ordinary days into something special, filling our lives with romance and ceremony.

I truly believed our life would continue like this—peaceful and happy.

Until Lilian Summer came back.

Had she already returned to his life?

Had they been in contact all along?

During his business trip, had they met in secret?

Was he with her last night?

The thought sent a chill through me, as though Alexander were slowly tearing my heart apart.

"Don’t worry, Alicia," he said calmly. "Even if we divorce, you’ll still be part of the Blackwoods. You’ll always be the sister I care about most."

Sister.

Two years of marriage, two years of intimacy—reduced to that single word. How was I supposed to accept it?

"We’ll talk about it later," I said, forcing a smile as I lowered my head, hiding the emotions threatening to break free.

He studied me briefly, then asked, "What did you want to tell me earlier?"

I flipped through the documents in my hand and smiled faintly.

"I-It’s nothing important. The new quarter’s collection launch is finalized. I’ve already resolved the last issue."

Some things were better left unsaid.

"Is that it?" Alexander asked, frowning. I nodded stiffly. "Alright, then. Good job." Alexander’s tone was flat.

As the Brand Director of Blackwood Dominion Enterprises, I knew he trusted my abilities. Any project I handled—luxury jewelry, apparel, or other high-end lines—became a market success.

"This is my responsibility," I said. "I’ll head to work."

I turned to leave, not giving myself time to falter.

"Let’s go together," Alexander said, already moving upstairs.

My steps paused. Bitterness surged in my chest.

How could he still say something like that? After asking for a divorce, he remained calm—unaffected. He acted as if nothing between us had changed.

"No need," I said, steadying my voice. "Since we’re divorcing, it’s better to keep our distance. We wouldn’t want rumors."

I left immediately, almost running.

I couldn’t let him see me break.

In the garage, I opened the car door but didn’t start the engine. I opened my social media apps instead.

One post stood out.

Michael Livingston.

The photo showed a table filled with wine.

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