My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: My Taste Has Changed

Alexander frowned slightly, clearly confused.

"Are you saying Sophia did it and blamed the interns?" he asked. "But why would she do that? She lost half her year-end bonus. What would she gain from it?"

I looked up at him.

"What if I told you," I said evenly, "that Sophia likes you?"

A brief pause.

"And that’s why she’s always targeted me?"

Alexander stared at me for a moment—

Then suddenly smiled.

"Alicia," he said lightly, "this isn’t funny. Even if you have issues with Sophia at work, you shouldn’t joke about something like that."

His tone was calm. Certain.

As if what I said wasn’t even worth considering.

I lowered my gaze.

Of course.

It was always going to be like this.

Sophia had been with Blackwood Dominion Enterprises for years. Her work ethic, her reputation—he trusted all of it.

And on top of that, she had a long-term boyfriend.

How could she possibly like him?

To him, my words probably sounded ridiculous.

I said nothing more.

There was no point.

He wouldn’t believe me anyway.

So why pretend he cared?

A faint, almost ironic thought crossed my mind.

Had I forgotten?

Alexander had always been good at this—

saying the right things, showing just enough concern.

And I... had taken it seriously.

...

By the time it was almost lunch hour, my phone vibrated.

A message from Alexander.

Come to my office for lunch. I’ve prepared your favorite.

I stared at the screen.

My fingers moved before I could stop them.

I’m going out with colleagues.

I typed it out.

Paused.

Then slowly... deleted it.

In the end, I only replied:

Okay.

...

When I arrived at his office, the table in front of the couch was already set with lunch.

I walked closer.

And then—

My gaze fell on a familiar package beside the lunch boxes.

My steps slowed.

I recognized it instantly.

Noticing where I was looking, Alexander spoke.

"Your chocolate cookies",he said "I know you like them. You can have them after lunch."

It took me a moment to process his words.

So... this was his way of making up with me?

If this had been before, it might have worked.

But now—

Under the pale afternoon light, the neatly packed cookies only made something in my chest turn cold.

Any trace of appetite disappeared.

I walked over and sat down on the couch, deliberately keeping my distance from the paper bag—as if it might contaminate me.

Alexander took the seat across from me.

We ate in silence.

Halfway through, I set my spoon down. "I’m done."

He looked up. "That’s it? Eat a little more."

For a brief moment, my hand paused.

Then, almost instinctively, I thought of the child growing inside me.

I picked up my spoon again and forced myself to take a few more bites.

"Thank you for the meal, CEO Blackwood," I said once I finished, already standing.

His brows furrowed slightly at my tone.

As I turned to leave, he added, "Take the cookies with you."

My gaze flickered to the paper bag on the table.

A strong wave of resistance rose in my chest.

Once the sweetness was stripped away—

There was nothing left I wanted.

I had never truly liked chocolate.

It was always a little bitter.

Bitter enough to linger.

But now...

It was too late to say I didn’t like it.

I bent down, picked up the bag, and left without another word.

...

Back at my office, I had barely stepped inside when my assistant entered with a stack of documents.

Her eyes immediately landed on the bag in my hand, and she smiled.

"Director Alicia, you got your favorite cookies today?"

"They were given to me," I replied lightly. "But I don’t feel like eating them. If you like them, you can have them."

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