My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Over stressed pregnant woman

Alexander’s POV

I kept glancing at Alicia through the rearview mirror as I sped through the streets, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the veins on the back of them stood out sharply.

"Alicia," I called anxiously, "look at me."

But Alicia seemed unable to focus anymore.

One hand clutched protectively at her abdomen while panic completely overtook her expression.

She looked terrified.

"My baby..." she whispered shakily.

"Nothing will happen," I reassured her immediately, though my own voice sounded strained. "The baby will be fine."

For the first time in years, I felt genuinely helpless.

I didn’t even know if I was trying to comfort her,

or myself.

The moment the car stopped outside St. Victoria Medical Center, several nurses rushed forward with a stretcher after recognizing me.

Ignoring it completely, I carried Alicia out myself and headed straight toward the emergency elevator.

"Call the doctor," I ordered coldly. "Now."

"Yes, sir!"

Alicia weakly clutched my shirt as another wave of discomfort seemed to hit her.

Her face had already gone pale from fear.

I lowered my head slightly, trying to calm her despite the panic consuming me.

"Don’t be scared," I said quietly. "I’m here."

Alicia closed her eyes without responding.

The moment we reached the emergency ward, the nurses quickly took her into the examination room.

I was stopped outside.

And for once

I didn’t know what to do

I didn’t even have the strength to do anything.

I simply stood there motionless, staring at the closed doors while the bright hospital lights reflected harshly against the walls.

Only then did I realize my hands were trembling slightly.

Images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

Alicia’s tear-streaked face at the villa.

Her struggling against me.

Her saying she wanted to leave me.

And the helplessness I felt while watching her pack her things.

I lowered my head and pressed a hand against my eyes.

This was all my fault.

Everything had spiraled because of me.

And now Alicia was lying in there because of it.

For the first time since my grandmother’s death,

fear truly consumed me.

Not fear of losing my position.

Not fear of public rumors.

Not even fear of Alicia misunderstanding me.

But fear of losing her.

Just a few days ago, I thought things were finally getting better between us.

I thought Alicia was beginning to see my sincerity.

I thought maybe she would slowly give me another chance—

a chance to make things right for her and our baby.

But now...

She wouldn’t even listen to me anymore.

The word divorce had become something she could say so easily now.

And every single time I heard it,

it felt like something was tearing apart inside my chest.

I remained standing there while countless thoughts ran through my mind until, after what felt like forever, the examination room doors finally opened.

I immediately straightened.

"How is she?"

It was the same doctor who had treated Alicia after the kidnapping.

He removed his gloves calmly before answering, "She’s fine."

The tightness in my chest loosened instantly.

"The baby is fine as well," the doctor continued. "Her body was simply overstressed. She hasn’t been emotionally stable lately, has she?"

I stayed silent for a moment before nodding slowly.

The doctor sighed softly. "She hasn’t been eating or resting properly these past few days, and her emotional exhaustion seem to make things worse. Fortunately, there’s no serious problem."

Only then did I finally exhale the breath I had been holding.

"Right now" he continued"what she needs most is emotional stability. No more stress, and definitely no more intense arguments."

I lowered my gaze slightly.

"...I understand."

But even after hearing that both Alicia and the baby were safe, my chest still felt unbearably tight.

Relief. Fear. Guilt.

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