My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Let Me Make It Up to You.

Alicia’s POV

I had just finished showering and stepped out of the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door.

I opened it, still drying my damp hair, and found Alexander standing there.

"Something?" I asked quietly.

"Divorce Settlement Agreement. I’d like to discuss it with you again. Please come to the study."

"Okay."

I set the towel aside and followed him out, closing the door softly behind me. We walked to the study in silence.

Alexander pulled up the original electronic version of the Divorce Settlement Agreement, added a few new clauses, then stepped aside. "Take a look at the new additions."

Leaning over the desk, I rested my hand against it and carefully read the highlighted sections.

The first added clause stated that even after the divorce decree was finalized, we would continue living in the same villa. I would help him conceal the truth from our family, and when necessary, we would still pretend to be a married couple—especially during visits to Nana—until she eventually found out.

The second clause stated that neither of us was allowed to discuss our marriage or divorce with outsiders.

The third clause prohibited either of us from bringing someone of the opposite sex to stay overnight at the estate.

There was also a revision to the property division. Originally, I was to receive ten percent of the company shares, two villas, a penthouse, and thirty million dollars. Now, it had been increased to fifty million dollars, along with the same properties and shares.

After reviewing everything, I looked up. "I have an issue with the first clause. It says we have to live together until our family finds out about the divorce. But what if they never do? Does that mean we’ll live like this indefinitely? And if you can’t publicly be with Lilian, then what’s the point of getting divorced at all?"

"We can add a time limit," Alexander suggested.

I thought for a moment. "Two months. Within two months after the divorce, Nana must know. After that, we go our separate ways."

If it dragged on any longer, my pregnancy would become obvious, and the truth would come out anyway.

A shadow flickered across his face. "Alright."

I then pointed at the property section. "The original terms are fine. There’s no need to increase anything."

"I made a promise to you, and I broke it," he said firmly. "Let me make up for it this way."

I didn’t argue further. I just wanted to finalize everything as soon as possible.

After confirming the details, Alexander printed two copies of the agreement.

We each signed one.

"Done," I said flatly, writing my name without hesitation. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to my room. Don’t forget to pick up the divorce decree tomorrow."

"Mm," he replied quietly.

I took my copy and returned to my room. The moment I closed the door, I leaned against it, a wave of weakness washing over me. Slowly, I sank to the floor.

My fingers trembled as I pressed them against my chest, the ache almost suffocating.

I had loved him for six years. How could I possibly stop so easily? Even after everything.

It was real now.

The divorce was final. We were truly going our separate ways.

Two years of marriage—not long, yet not short—but always lacking something.

Perhaps it was better to end things now, while there were still a few good memories left... rather than dragging it out until all that remained was bitterness and regret.

Sleep wouldn’t come.

I tossed and turned, my mind replaying every moment from the past two years.

His tenderness, his intelligence, his thoughtfulness, his rare moments of romance, his passion... even his indifference. Every detail felt vivid, as though it had only happened yesterday.

I still remembered our first night after the wedding.

The ceremony itself had been simple—just a quiet meal with a few members of the Blackwood family before we went to register our marriage.

And just like that, I became Alexander’s wife.

No one knew how happy I had been in that moment.

I had married the man I loved—the one I had loved for so many years.

He was brilliant, always far beyond my reach, someone I could only admire from afar.

At first, we were like strangers living under the same roof.

Then one day, I came home from work earlier than usual. I had dinner alone and went to bed.

Sometime later, in my half-asleep state, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, pulling me close beneath him.

I had been nervous—it was my first time—but he was gentle, patient.

That night remained in my memory only in fragments—soft, vivid, and filled with quiet intensity.

After that night, things gradually began to change. We spoke more often, and although he still kept a certain distance, I found myself content with what little I had.

Even then, I remained cautious, always afraid that one day he might grow tired of me. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

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