My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Confrontation

Not far away, Alicia had seen everything.

She stood still for a moment, her thoughts drifting, her expression faintly distant.

A strange sense of detachment settled over her.

Then, without warning, a memory surfaced.

The first day she had joined the company.

She had gone to report to the CEO’s office, Jane by her side. Back then, unfamiliar with the rigid boundaries he enforced, she had called him by his name—

Alexander.

The correction had been immediate.

Cold.

Precise.

Regardless of the situation, regardless of who was present, she was to address him as CEO Blackwood within the company.

There were no exceptions.

At work, he had always been strictly professional.

Distant.

Unyielding.

He treated her no differently than any other employee.

At the time, she had believed—

That was simply who he was.

It wasn’t until Lilian returned... that Alicia realized something else.

Alexander was capable of favoritism.

He just never chose her.

And yet today—

He had spoken.

For her.

Alicia’s fingers tightened slightly at her sides.

If this had happened earlier... perhaps things would have been different.

Perhaps she would have felt something.

Relief.

Warmth.

Even the smallest trace of happiness.

But now—

There was nothing.

No, that wasn’t entirely true.

There was something.

A faint, lingering bitterness.

Because she didn’t need it anymore.

When the rumors had first surfaced, he hadn’t defended her.

When the whispers had begun, he hadn’t intervened.

When the accusations had spread, he had remained silent.

And now—

Now that everything had already taken root—

His words felt... late.

Too late. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The rumors had already spread.

The insults had already been thrown.

The gossip had already taken shape.

Nothing he said now could undo it.

Alicia lowered her gaze briefly, then lifted it again, her expression returning to calm indifference.

As if none of it mattered.

As if it had never mattered at all.

But just as she was about to turn and enter her office—

A sudden wave of nausea rose in her chest.

Sharp.

Unexpected.

Her steps faltered.

Only for a second.

Her hand moved instinctively, pressing lightly against the edge of the desk beside her.

Her breathing slowed.

Careful.

Controlled.

No one around her seemed to notice.

Except—

Through the glass corridor, a pair of eyes remained fixed on her.

Alexander.

He hadn’t left.

His gaze was steady.

Too steady.

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