My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 151

Vivienne’s POV

I didn’t quite catch it, thinking it was just Alexander’s drunken mumbling.

I tried to pull my wrist free, but his grip only tightened.

I attempted to pry his fingers off, but they wouldn’t budge.

Then Alexander whispered again, "Vivienne, I love you."

I froze, my movements stopping abruptly as I wondered if I’d imagined it. Turning toward him, I asked softly, "Alexander, what did you say?"

"I love you, Vivienne. Don’t leave me. I know I was wrong. I’ll love you properly from now on. Just please, don’t leave me..."

Alexander, fully aware of his weakness, was too afraid to face the cold, mocking look in my eyes. Instead, he resorted to this desperate pleading.

I lowered my gaze.

Maybe Alexander had confused me with someone else in his sleep.

Even if he hadn’t, the reason he didn’t want a divorce wasn’t love—it was guilt.

After all the pain I’d endured and the price I’d paid, I was determined never to get caught up in his lies again.

I kept trying to pry his fingers off, one by one.

Suddenly, his grip on my wrist tightened again. I gasped in surprise, losing my balance and falling toward him.

In one swift motion, Alexander rolled over, pinning me beneath him. Without hesitation, he seized my lips, kissing me forcefully.

"Mmm..."

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol. I held my breath, pushing against his chest with all my strength, squirming and turning my head to the side, trying to escape his burning kiss. "Alexander... let me go... Mmm..."

His chest felt like an immovable wall. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t budge him.

He released one hand to grip my jaw, and taking advantage of my discomfort, his tongue forced its way between my lips, pushing deep, overwhelming me, making it hard to breathe.

I was furious, ready to bite him, when Alexander suddenly stopped, burying his face in my neck. His warm breath washed over my skin as he whispered, "Vivienne, what do I have to do for you not to leave me? I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me..."

"Unless you can bring our child back to life," I said, pausing for a moment, staring up at the ceiling before answering seriously. "For their sake, I might consider keeping you as their father. But we both know that’s impossible."

There was no response. He lay on top of me, his breathing steady—he’d fallen asleep.

The words he had just muttered seemed to vanish, as if they had never happened, nothing but a figment of my imagination.

I pushed him off, straightened my clothes, and stood up, preparing to leave the room.

Before I walked out, I glanced at Alexander lying on the bed. "When you’re sober, go to Family Court. There’s no point in dragging this out any longer."

Alexander’s POV

As I heard Vivienne close the door, I slowly opened my eyes, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.

No matter what, I couldn’t keep her.

With her intelligence, she had to know I wasn’t drunk.

She had simply spared me a little dignity, choosing not to tear away the thin veil of deception.

The lie couldn’t go on any longer.

How I wish I had truly been drunk, and never woken up—then maybe we wouldn’t have divorced.

I closed my eyes for a moment, forcing myself to sit up from the bed.

As I straightened my clothes, my fingers brushed against the cigarette pack and lighter in my pocket. Without thinking, I pulled one out, lit it, and opened the window, taking a slow drag.

The cold wind hit my face, and the ember flickered faintly in the dark, the air around me thick with smoke.

In the past, I never understood why some people were so attached to smoking.

Now, I get it.

Once the cigarette was finished, I stubbed it out, letting the cold air clear the smoke from my clothes before leaving the room.

Vivienne was waiting for me downstairs.

It seemed she knew I would come down.

We exchanged a glance, quickly looking away as if nothing had happened.

The unspoken understanding between us was clear—my reluctance, her resolve.

"Let’s go."

"Alright." Vivienne stood up, following me to the car.

This time, I didn’t deliberately slow down, and the drive was smooth.

The car soon pulled into the parking lot outside the Family Court.

This was the second time we had been here.

Vivienne and I got out of the car one after the other, each grabbing our documents, walking side by side in perfect silence, an eerie quiet between us.

As we walked inside, I suddenly reached for Vivienne’s hand. Before she could pull away, I said, "One last time."

In these three years, I had countless chances to hold her hand, to grasp that fragile thread of connection.

But I missed them all.

The kite had flown away, completely disappearing from my sight.

Vivienne’s POV

His hand, as always, was warm, completely enveloping mine.

I couldn’t help but recall the last time we were at Family Court. My vision had been blurry then, and he held my hand just like this, guiding me up the steps.

It felt so similar to that moment.

And yet, something was different.

At the window, we handed over the Divorce Settlement Agreement.

The clerk glanced at the names, then looked up, about to speak. Suddenly, something seemed to click in their mind, and they lowered their gaze to double-check the names on the documents.

Once they were sure, they raised their eyes again, shifting their gaze between Alexander and me, and asked, “Why are you getting a divorce?”

It was as if the clerk had uncovered some secret, their curiosity and excitement barely contained.

“Personality clash.”

“Emotional breakdown.”

Alexander and I answered in unison.

Then we exchanged a glance.

“Are you sure? Marriage is a lifetime commitment. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”

“We’ve made up our minds,” I replied calmly.

In that moment, I finally understood the difference between this visit to Family Court and the last one.

The last time, even though I chose to divorce Alexander, I couldn’t shake the feelings of longing and attachment.

Back then, I still loved Alexander deeply, but I didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want him to think I was weak or clingy, so I agreed to the divorce.

But this time, I was resolute, without a second thought.

I knew exactly what I wanted—divorce.

It was finally coming to an end.

Was I heartbroken?

No.

Was I happy?

No.

It was simply... peaceful.

Maybe right after the divorce was finalized, I felt a little unsettled. But, in time, I knew it would pass.

Alexander’s POV

I listened to Vivienne’s resolute answer, and a heavy ache settled in my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs.

The staff exchanged glances with me.

I spoke softly, just loud enough for myself to hear. "Have you really thought this through?"

At that moment, I felt something inside me shatter, a thousand pieces falling apart.

I tried to gather the fragments, but the cracks were too deep, too tangled to ever fix.

The last time I was in Family Court, I hadn’t even realized I had fallen for her, though I instinctively delayed everything.

This time, however, I knew. I loved her, but my answer was swift and final.

Perhaps this was the last thing I’d ever do for her in this marriage.

Vivienne let out a slow breath at my words.

The staff handed us the Divorce Decree. "Alright, your marriage is officially dissolved."

I gripped the Divorce Decree tightly, my knuckles going white.

For a brief moment, I wanted to tear it up, to throw it all away.

Just then, the staff approached with our marriage certificate. "Do you still want this? If not, we can dispose of it."

"Yes!" I grabbed it from their hands quickly and shoved one copy into Vivienne’s.

Vivienne blinked, pausing for a moment before saying nothing. She tucked both the Divorce Decree and the certificate into her bag. "Let’s go."

"Mm."