My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Alexander Is Cooking for Me

There was no reason for them to lie.

‎So Alexander had taken my phone... and placed it somewhere I couldn’t find.

‎After thanking Jim, I dismissed him and began searching the house again.

‎The living room—nothing.

‎His study—nothing.

‎The master bedroom... even the bathrooms—still nothing.

‎This was getting strange.

‎Borrowing Maria’s phone, I dialed my number while walking through the house.

‎No ringtone.

‎Not even a vibration.

‎My unease deepened.

‎I hesitated for a moment, then dialed Alexander’s number instead.

‎The phone rang several times.

‎Just as it was about to go to voicemail, the call was answered.

‎"Hello?"

‎The voice on the other end—

‎It was unmistakably Lilian’s.

‎A chill ran down my spine.

‎I steadied myself, forcing my voice to remain calm.

‎"It’s me. Where’s Alexander?"

‎"Oh, Alicia," Lilian replied, her tone almost too light, too cheerful. "Alexander’s in the kitchen... cooking for me."

When I heard the word "cooking," I froze.

‎I couldn’t even picture Alexander in a kitchen.

‎"Alicia, you probably don’t know this," Lilian continued, her voice soft but deliberately provocative, "but Alexander is actually quite good at cooking. Back in college, he lived alone and picked it up. He used to cook for me quite often."

‎I knew exactly what she was trying to do.

‎And yet—it still hurt.

‎If a man is willing to cook for someone, it says everything about how much he cares.

‎But in the two years of our marriage, Alexander had never cooked for me. I hadn’t even known he could.

‎I had heard that cooking together could bring couples closer. Even though we had a cook at home, I had tried a few times myself... but Alexander had never once joined me.

‎And now, on a Monday morning—he was cooking for the woman he loved.

‎A bitter smile tugged at my lips.

‎That was the difference between love... and indifference.

‎Suppressing the ache in my chest, I steadied my voice.

‎"Give the phone to Alexander. I need to speak with him."

‎"What is it about? I can pass the message along," Lilian replied lightly, her tone laced with mockery.

‎I let out a quiet breath.

‎We were still legally married, yet I had to go through her just to speak to my own husband.

‎It was almost laughable.

‎Even if I was already considering divorce, I couldn’t tolerate her blatant provocation.

‎"Give the phone to Alexander," I repeated, my voice turning firm. "I need to speak to him directly."

‎Then, before she could refuse, I added coldly,

‎"This phone has auto-recording. If you don’t want me to play it back for him later, hand it over."

‎Third-person POV

‎Lilian knew Alexander likely wouldn’t care about something like this, but she still wanted to maintain a good image in front of him.

‎After a brief hesitation, she picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen.

‎The call remained connected. A few seconds later, her voice sounded again.

‎"Alexander, Alicia is on the phone."

‎"You can hold it," he replied from a distance, his voice slightly muffled. "I’m busy. What does she want?"

‎"I asked, but she wouldn’t say."

‎There was a pause before his footsteps drew closer.

‎"Alicia, what is it?"

‎Her voice came through, calm but tense.

‎"Where’s my phone?"

‎"With me."

‎"Why do you have my phone?"

‎"I left mine at the club. I used yours to contact them so they could return it. I was in a hurry and accidentally took yours with me."

‎Then he added, almost lightly, 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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