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My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Familiarity

At 11:40 p.m., the gates of the Estates slowly opened, and a black Porsche drove in.

"Sir, we’ve arrived."

Jim switched on the interior light and glanced at the rear seat.

I had asked him to pick me up after dropping Alicia off. I knew I wouldn’t be in any condition to drive tonight.

Leaning back against the seat, I had been resting with my eyes closed. At his voice, I lifted a hand to rub my brow, then opened my eyes and stepped out of the car.

The night air sobered me slightly as I walked toward the house.

I pushed the door open.

Darkness greeted me.

For a brief moment, I paused before reaching for the switch by the wall. The lights flickered on, flooding the living room with brightness that made me squint.

Empty.

The space felt unusually quiet, the light casting long shadows across the room—leaving only my figure standing there.

Something felt... off.

I couldn’t quite place it.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of warm water. When I stepped back into the living room, it finally struck me.

In the past, no matter how late I returned, the lights were always on.

Alicia would be there.

Sometimes watching television.

Sometimes scrolling through her phone.

Sometimes curled up on the sofa, fast asleep—waiting for me to carry her back to the bedroom.

She was always waiting.

At the beginning of the month, when I returned from my business trip, she had done the same—fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for me.

...

But after I brought up the topic of divorce—

That was the last time.

Since then, every night I came home, the house had been like this.

Dark. Silent. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Cold.

"Sir, you’re back."

Maria’s voice broke the stillness as she stepped out, having heard the noise.

"Mm."

"You’ve been drinking. Should I make you some hangover soup?"

"Go ahead."

I took a sip of water and sat down on the couch, leaning back as I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temple.

A few minutes later, Maria returned with a bowl of soup and placed it on the coffee table.

"Sir, drink it while it’s hot."

"Mm," I replied, but didn’t move.

Seeing this, she went back to the kitchen and soon returned with a plate of freshly cut fruit, setting it down in front of me.

"If you don’t feel like having the soup, you can try some fruit instead."

"...Thank you."

"It’s nothing," she said gently. "These were actually prepared for Madam. But Miss Alicia didn’t seem to have much of an appetite today. She barely ate dinner and went upstairs early. The fruit was left untouched."

My hand paused slightly.

For a moment, my thoughts drifted back to what I had seen in the office earlier.

"Is her stomach acting up again?" I asked.

"It seemed a bit worse today," Maria replied carefully. "She also looked... preoccupied."

"I see."

I nodded faintly, picked up a piece of fruit, and took a few absent-minded bites before standing up.

"I’ll head upstairs."

The hallway was quiet as I made my way to the master bedroom.

When I pushed the door open, the emptiness inside felt even more pronounced.

Silent.

Cold.

Alicia was still staying in the guest room.

For a brief moment, something tightened in my chest.

I said nothing.

After a quick shower, I changed into my pajamas and lay down on the bed.

The room felt larger than usual.

I closed my eyes.

But sleep didn’t come as easily as it used to.

After tossing and turning for a while, I finally gave up on sleep.

For some reason, my mind wouldn’t settle.

In the end, I got up and walked out of the room.

Almost unconsciously, my steps led me to Alicia’s door.

It was slightly ajar.

For a moment, I stood there... then pushed it open and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind me.

The room was dim.

Alicia lay curled up on the bed, her body drawn into itself, as if trying to take up as little space as possible. Her long brown hair was spread across the pillow, soft and unguarded.

I walked over and sat down at the edge of the bed.

In the faint light, I studied her face

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