My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Betrayal

Alicia’s POV

After gagging at the sink for a long moment and feeling nothing come up, I washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and decided to stay there until I felt steady again.

When I finally stepped out, I almost ran straight into Lilian at the bathroom door.

"Alicia," she said with that sweet, calculated smile. "So you’ve come to the hospital. Why hide in here?"

I didn’t reply immediately.

"Of course," I said finally, my tone sharp. "I wanted to give you some face. I didn’t want to watch Uncle Steve and Nana kick you out of the room. I figured you’d have nowhere to hide."

Her smile faltered for a heartbeat. I smirked, watching her struggle to maintain composure, then walked past without another word. I’d already heard how indifferent Nana had been to her visit—there was no approval here.

"Alicia Sinclair," Lilian called, her voice sharp now. "Why rush off? I have something to say."

I paused, turning slowly. "Unless it’s about Alexander, we have nothing to discuss. Or are you planning to reminisce about your time with him? Is that all you have left?"

"No, you’re wrong," she said, crossing her arms, her grin smug. "What I have to say concerns you."

I raised an eyebrow, staying silent. My legs felt like lead, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of fear.

She took two slow steps closer, her smile turning cold and calculated. "I heard you were in a car accident a few days ago. The person who hit you... was one of my fans. Do you know why?"

I met her gaze without blinking.

"Because you’re the mistress between me and Alexander!"

I laughed, bitter and sharp. "You only have the guts to say that to my face. You know who the real homewrecker is. You strut around, high and mighty, but are you not worried that I could go to the media and set the record straight? I could easily expose you as the mistress."

Lilian laughed.

"What’s so funny?" I asked, confused.

"Because, Alicia," she said, tilting her head, "right now, in the eyes of the media and netizens... you’re the homewrecker."

I stayed silent, my heart skipping a beat. I hadn’t checked Twitter in days—my vision had been blurry—and I hadn’t even looked at my phone.

"What’s the matter?" Lilian taunted. "Too scared to check?"

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms until they stung. I knew exactly what she was doing—provoking me.

The more she goaded me, the more I refused to give her the reaction she wanted. "Alicia Sinclair," she continued, "didn’t you claim to be Alexander’s wife? Don’t you even have faith in him? Yesterday, one call from me... and he couldn’t wait to come. He even brought me to meet Nana."

"If it weren’t for you, Alexander and I would already be married. The one he loves is me—and you’re the one standing in the way," she said, her voice venomous.

I swallowed, throat tight, words deliberate. "Lilian Summer, you should know better than anyone who the real homewrecker is. When Alexander and I got married, you two were already over. I never interfered—you did."

"Then why won’t you check your phone? Stop pretending. You know the truth. Deep down, you’ve accepted it—you’re the homewrecker between Alexander and me!"

I scoffed lightly. "It’s just a phone. Even if the media calls me a homewrecker, does that change the truth? You’re the mistress."

But somehow, my hands moved on their own. I pulled my phone from my bag, opening Twitter. Hundreds of unread notifications awaited me.

My fingers trembled as I tapped the most recent tweet. The comments had grown into a swarm—over ten thousand.

I braced for insults and slander—but what shocked me most was the timing. The earliest comments accusing me had been posted days ago. August 18th.

What had I done that day? I racked my brain. Sunday. Concert with Alexander, then picking him up from the club. Someone must have photographed it.

I turned off the screen, trying to calm myself, and looked at Lilian.

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