My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 38

"Baba, besides paying my respects, I also want to tell you that I’m getting a divorce."

"Baba, I know you must be shocked to hear this. On All Souls’ Day, I was still telling you how good he was to me, how he was your perfect son-in-law. Just a few months have passed, and now we’re parting ways. Do you think it’s ridiculous? Honestly, I think it’s ridiculous too. Since the moment he brought up the divorce, I’ve felt lost. How did we get here? How did we end up at the point of divorce...?"

"If someone had told me on All Souls’ Day that a few months later I’d be divorcing Alexander, I would’ve never believed it..."

"I loved him so much. How could I divorce him? But this is really happening..."

"It’s a long story, and I don’t even know where to begin. Baba, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a grandfather. If you’re watching over me, please bless my baby and let it be born safely... I still love him. I’ve loved him for ten years, and we’ve been married for three. How could I just forget him? My heart hurts so much, it really does. Maybe we were just never meant to be..."

"He’s always loved his ex-girlfriend, and for three years, I couldn’t warm his heart. We can’t go on anymore, and I have no choice but to let go. Am I a failure? If you were here, you’d tell me to let go, but I just can’t."

With a trembling voice, I said, "I’ve loved him for ten years, finally became his wife. These three years have been so good. How could we suddenly be getting a divorce...?"

How did it happen so suddenly? How did we end up at this point?

I sat alone in front of my father’s gravestone, pouring out my heart. Only by saying these things could I feel a little relief.

Now, everything is settled. There’s no denying that we’re getting a divorce.

Since we’ve come this far, I’ll accept it with calmness.

I have a child. I’ll keep the baby and let him carry the Sinclair name. This is my child, and I will raise him well.

I understand deep down that after Alexander, I’ll never be able to love anyone else the same way.

He’s handsome, charming, and comes from a prestigious family, but he’s also cold and heartless.

He’s taught me a painful lesson through his actions.

I stayed at the cemetery until the afternoon.

After talking about my divorce with Alexander, I also shared my plans with my father.

After informing Grandpa and Grandma from the Hawthorne Dynasty about the divorce, I’ll leave the company. Whether Alexander agrees or not, I’m leaving. I’ll find a new place to live, raise my child, and settle down there.

I’ll visit Grandpa and Grandma with my child from time to time when I can.

I sat in front of the gravestone, gently touching it. "Dad, I’ll leave now. I’ll come visit you again at Christmas."

I stood up, left the cemetery, and drove off.

While I was merging onto the highway, a black sedan suddenly sped up and cut in between me and the car ahead. I quickly slammed on the brakes.

On the highway, the black sedan continued to drive in front of me, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

The brake lights of the car in front of me lit up, so I immediately hit the brakes and slowed down, glancing at the rearview mirror. I changed lanes and overtook it.

Soon, the black sedan caught up again and drove in front of me once more.

A few minutes later, the same thing happened. The black sedan slowed down and moved back in front of me, purposely reducing its speed.

When I tried to change lanes, it followed and blocked my path.

I couldn’t help but think: Is this on purpose? Why?

I didn’t recognize the license plate of the car ahead, and when the black sedan passed me earlier, the driver had even smiled at me through the window. I didn’t recognize the driver either.

As I exited the highway, the black car pulled up behind me, followed me off the ramp, then sped ahead, slowing down. I had no choice but to slow down as well.

He saw I was going slow and reduced his speed even more.

At this rate, unless I stopped, there was no way to escape. But parking here was prohibited.

I tried changing lanes, but he followed suit, staying right in front of me.

After several attempts to block me, I could feel the rage building inside me.

I knew very well that even if I managed to change lanes and overtake the black car, I would only be able to escape if I sped up and raced him.

But I knew I wasn’t skilled enough to do that. Even if I were, I wasn’t willing to risk my safety—and my child’s safety—for it.

I wanted stability. I glanced at the rearview mirror, signaled to change lanes, then pulled over by the side of the road to call the police.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The airbags deployed.

My head exploded with pain, and I felt dizzy. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I realized that the white car behind me had also been following me since I got on the highway.

...

The screech of brakes filled my ears. There was a deafening crash, and the whole car exploded, flames roaring, leaving only the skeleton of the car behind.

The familiar scene replayed over and over in my mind. I snapped my eyes open, my head throbbing as if it were about to explode.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

I realized I was in a hospital.

Everything in front of me was blurred. I thought it was just because I’d slept for too long, so I rubbed my eyes, giving them a few seconds to adjust. But when I waited, the blur didn’t go away.

A sense of unease tightened in my chest, and an unknown fear bubbled up inside me.

“You’re awake,” a woman’s voice said gently.

I turned my head toward the sound, but all I could make out was the woman’s outline and the color of her clothes. I couldn’t see her face or the details of her outfit.

Beside her stood a tall man, dressed similarly.

On either side of the bed were two other hospital beds, with patients speaking softly to their family members.

“This young lady,” the woman said, her voice soothing as she gently took my hand and placed it on her shoulder. “I’m a police officer. The doctor said you were injured in a car accident and suffered a head injury, with fluid building up in your brain. Is your vision still blurry? The fluid is pressing on your optic nerves. Once it’s absorbed, your sight should improve.”

The fact that I couldn’t see clearly only made me feel more vulnerable. I gripped the woman’s hand tighter and asked, panic creeping into my voice, “How’s my child? Is my baby okay?”

“Don’t worry, the baby is fine.”

“But I’ve been hurt... Will the medication affect the baby?”

“I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure. But the doctor said your injuries aren’t severe, and the report didn’t raise any concerns. They’ve carefully considered the medication, so I believe the baby should be fine.”

“That’s good... that’s a relief.” I felt my tension ease just a little.

“Miss, how are you feeling now?” the officer asked. “I need to understand more about the accident. Can you manage?”

“I can. Please, ask your questions.”

“What’s your name?”

“Vivienne Sinclair. V-I-V-I-E-N-N-E, S-I-N-C-L-A-I-R.”

“How old are you?”

“26.”

“Social Security number?”

“789-10-2131.”

“Phone number?”

“747-4747.”

“Home address?”

“The Crescent Estates, Villa Seven, in the heart of Virellia City.”

“What were you doing at the time of the accident?”

“I was on my way home. Today is my grandfather’s memorial day. I went to visit his grave, then I was heading back home.”

“Your car was parked on the side of the road when it was rear-ended. The suspect fled the scene, and a bystander called the police. Do you remember what happened before the accident?”

I ran my fingers through my hair and nodded. “I remember.”

“Please describe it in detail.”