My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: My Wife

Clearing my throat, I said calmly, "It’s late. Let’s go home and rest."

‎Alexander rubbed his forehead and stood up, swaying slightly.

‎I quickly moved to support him. "Can you walk?"

‎"I can," he replied hoarsely, brushing my hand aside as he staggered forward.

‎I followed closely behind, glancing back to say, "Goodbye, and thank you for tonight, Raphael."

‎Staying near Alexander, I watched his every step, afraid he might fall. The strong scent of alcohol clung to him—it was clear he had drunk a lot.

‎Even in that state, he still managed to press the button for the -1 floor in the elevator.

‎Third-person POV

‎When they reached the garage, Alicia walked ahead before turning back. "The car is this way."

‎Alexander’s intense gaze lingered on her as he followed slowly behind. Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching from the shadows—or the scandal that was about to unfold.

‎Alicia opened the driver’s door, fastened her seatbelt, then glanced at Alexander in the back seat. "If you’re tired, you can sleep for a bit."

‎"Mm," he murmured, leaning back and closing his eyes.

‎She started the car and drove toward the villa.

‎After parking, she looked at him through the rearview mirror, but he didn’t respond.

‎Turning on the interior light, she checked again—he was still leaning against the seat, eyes closed, breathing steady.

‎He had fallen asleep.

‎She studied his face, his sharp features softened in sleep, his tightly shut eyes giving him an unfamiliar gentleness. The shadow cast by his brow only deepened his expression.

‎She wondered what he was dreaming about as his brows furrowed slightly.

‎Leaning back with a sigh, she felt helpless. There was no way she could carry him alone, so she had no choice but to wake him.

‎She stepped out of the car, opened the back door, and gently tapped his shoulder. "Wake up, Alexander. We’re home."

‎He slowly opened his eyes.

‎"We’re home. Go get some rest," she said softly.

‎He rubbed his eyes and nodded.

‎They went upstairs together. Seeing that he was still somewhat aware, Alicia didn’t try to help further and headed straight for her room.

‎But just as she was about to close the door, she noticed Alexander following behind.

‎Squinting slightly, he walked past her, lay down on the bed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

‎Shaking her head helplessly, she stepped closer, removed his shoes and socks, and pulled the blanket over him.

‎As she leaned in, the strong smell of alcohol hit her, and she wrinkled her nose, stepping back.

‎She had no intention of sleeping in the same room as him. She planned to move to a guest room instead.

‎But suddenly, Alexander grabbed her wrist. His eyes remained closed as he muttered something under his breath.

‎She struggled, but couldn’t free herself. Leaning closer, she tried to catch what he was saying.

‎"Wife..."

‎His voice was low—barely a whisper.

‎Alicia froze.

‎In the two years of their marriage, Alexander had never called her "wife." He had always addressed her by name.

‎She was never the wife in his heart.

‎The woman he truly regarded as his wife was Lilian Summer.

‎A wave of sadness washed over her. She had gone out in the dead of night to bring him home, only to hear him call another woman in his sleep.

‎She shouldn’t have cared.

‎She should have left him there—let him drink himself senseless and drown in whatever pain had driven him out that night.

‎With a sudden surge of anger, she yanked her wrist free, grabbed a blanket, and stormed into a guest room.

‎After Alicia left, Alexander continued to murmur softly—

‎"Alicia... my wife..."

In the stillness of the night, two topics suddenly surged to the top of the trending list, sparking widespread discussion among netizens.

‎Morning came. Harsh sunlight filtered through the curtains, falling across Alexander’s face. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes before slowly opening them.

‎A dull ache throbbed in his head. He shut his eyes again, massaging his forehead in an attempt to ease the pain. After a moment, he pushed himself upright.

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