My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: chocolate cake

Anna spoke up quickly.

"We haven’t done any drawings these days."

She stood from her seat and walked over.

"Come on, let’s go check out your new crayons."

Before Aimy could protest, Anna scooped her into her arms and headed upstairs.

"Aunt Anna—"

Her voice faded as they disappeared up the staircase.

I released a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding.

The living room suddenly became eerily quiet.

Aunt Margaret and Aunt Veronica exchanged a look.

Almost immediately, Aunt Margaret stood up.

"I need to check on something in the kitchen. I’ll be right back."

Without waiting for a response, she headed toward the kitchen on the left side of the mansion.

For a while, neither Aunt Veronica nor I spoke.

Then she quietly moved to the couch beside me.

"Alicia."

I looked up.

"Are you alright?"

Her brows were slightly furrowed with concern.

I hesitated before nodding.

"I’m fine."

Aunt Veronica sighed softly.

"Alicia, you know you don’t have to keep everything to yourself, right?"

She paused.

"I know we’ve been absent from your life for many years, but—"

"It’s not your fault that you couldn’t find me, Aunt."

I cut her off gently.

"Please don’t blame yourself."

Her expression softened.

"I know."

She reached over and held my hand.

"I know that."

"But we’ve already lost so many years."

Her voice grew quieter.

"And sometimes it feels like we barely know what you’ve been through."

I lowered my gaze.

"You might not be ready to talk about her father yet," she continued carefully, "and I understand that."

"But it can’t stay hidden forever."

My fingers tightened slightly.

"One day, Aimy will want to know the truth."

I remained silent.

When I first found them and came to Rosewood Town, I never told them about Alexander.

They knew I had been married.

They knew Aimy had a father somewhere.

But I never gave them a name. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Rosewood Town wasn’t in the same region as Velaridge City.

In fact, it was the same reason they had lost contact with my mother years ago after she married my father and left town with him.

Back then, I had been in such a terrible state that I couldn’t bring myself to talk about any of it.

And later...

I simply didn’t want to remember.

So I never said anything.

Aunt Veronica squeezed my hand gently.

"You never told us much about your adoptive parents either."

I looked down at our joined hands.

"And we respected that."

Her voice remained patient.

"We never wanted to force you."

She paused.

"But sometimes sharing the burden makes it easier to carry."

A faint smile touched my lips.

"If only it were that simple."

Aunt Veronica studied me for a moment.

Then she sighed.

"I won’t push you."

Relief washed through me immediately.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify