My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 41

On Monday morning, I woke up early, washed up, and changed out of my hospital gown. After breakfast, I sat in my room, waiting for Alexander to arrive.

I waited there all morning.

Finally, in the afternoon, Alexander came to the hospital.

"Sorry, something came up this morning," he said.

I smiled and shook my head, standing up to walk toward the door. "It’s fine. It’s not too late."

Seeing how eager I was, Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly, as if dissatisfied. "Are you happy about our divorce?"

My heart ached sharply, but I kept my smile in place. "Yes, I’m happy. Finally, I’ll be free."

Free.

The word left my lips, and it felt like it wasn’t just about him or our marriage. I’d never expressed my inner pain so calmly before.

Alexander’s expression darkened. "Congratulations," he said, his tone faint.

"Let’s go," I said, turning to look at him.

"Mm." He nodded and turned, opening the door.

Two police officers were standing there, about to knock. When they saw Alexander, they froze for a moment before one of them spoke. "Is this Miss Vivienne Sinclair’s room?"

I noticed the way she looked at Alexander, and a shift stirred in my chest. She looked a lot like him.

"Yes," Alexander answered shortly.

"I’m the officer handling the Vivienne Sinclair case. The Police Department has already apprehended two suspects, but they’re refusing to admit premeditation. I’m here to take another statement from Miss Sinclair to see if we missed anything."

"Alright," Alexander said, stepping aside to let them in.

I heard movement by the door and gestured toward the couch, signaling them to sit. "Please, take a seat. I appreciate your help."

Maggie quickly poured water for the officers.

Alexander sat beside me, leaning back on the sofa, legs crossed, his expression still unreadable.

Some people exude an authority that makes others uneasy. Alexander had that presence. The two young officers were clearly a bit uncomfortable.

"Sir, may I ask who you are?"

"I’m Vivienne Sinclair’s husband," Alexander replied softly. "I also want to know what happened to my wife. Feel free to ask me anything; I won’t interrupt."

The officer hesitated for a beat, clearly shocked. She was becoming more certain—it really was Alexander.

She quickly recovered and asked me, "Miss Sinclair, you must have heard by now. The two suspects are denying premeditation. Their claim is that they saw you and thought you were beautiful, so they decided to mess with you. I’m here to investigate further. The driver of the black car is named David. He’s 23, works as a mechanic at an authorized dealership. The driver of the white car is named Lucas. He’s 20 and a social type. Do you recognize either of these names?"

I shook my head seriously. "I don’t recognize them. I don’t know them at all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I’m sure."

I suddenly wondered—was this really an accident sparked by lust?

"Miss Sinclair, have you had any conflicts with others in your personal or professional life recently? Have similar incidents happened before?" The officer’s voice was steady, as if considering whether someone else might be behind it all.

I paused, thinking, and replied, "There’s been some conflict at work. As for something similar, there was an incident a few days ago, but I’m not sure if it’s connected..."

"What happened?"

"A few days ago, I received a package from an unknown sender. Inside, there were some disgusting, bloody items. The sender was a fan of a female celebrity, someone I had a conflict with before."

At first, these two incidents seemed unrelated, but my gut told me they might be connected.

But why? The conflict with Isabella had happened a while ago—why would anyone still be targeting me on her behalf?

Alexander lowered his head, his hands clasped in front of him. His index finger tapped lightly against his thigh. I could tell he was deep in thought.

"So, you’re suggesting that these two could be fans of the female celebrity, trying to get back at me for her?" His voice was calm, but I could sense the wheels turning in his mind.

"I’m just speculating, but whether it’s true or not, we’ll need proof."

The police seemed to think my theory had some merit. Just yesterday, news had spread about my interference in Alexander and Isabella’s marriage. Those angry fans might be seeking revenge.

"We’ve found that David and Lucas don’t seem to have any direct connections in real life—they might not even know each other. But they are both fans of Isabella, and they share a common goal. That’s why they teamed up for this."

"If there are leads, that’s good," I sighed in relief.

The officer stood up. "That’s all for today, Miss Vivienne. If there are any developments, we’ll notify you right away."

"Thank you. I appreciate your help," I said, standing to see them out.

Turning around, I saw Alexander still sitting on the couch in the same position, seemingly lost in thought.

"Alright, we can head to Family Court now."

Alexander lowered his head, his face obscured by shadow, his expression dark.

"Alexander," I called out again.

"Mm, I know," he replied, snapping out of his thoughts. He stood up from the couch. "Let’s go."

We got in the car, one after the other.

The car was silent, the only sound the occasional intake of breath. I felt an overwhelming exhaustion settle over me and simply closed my eyes, leaning back against the seat to rest.

I’m not sure how much time passed before James spoke up.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne, we’ve arrived at Family Court."

"Mm." I opened my eyes and pushed the car door open, ready to step out.

But Alexander grabbed my wrist from the other side. "Wait."

"What’s wrong?"

"I forgot the file at the hospital," he said, sounding awkward.

That file had our IDs, marriage certificate, and other important documents.

I was taken aback. "So, what do we do now?"

"We’ll have to go back and get it."

I couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. "Why don’t you call Maggie and have her take a cab to bring it here? It’ll save time."

Alexander’s gaze darkened. "Alright, I’ll make the call."

He opened the car door, stepped out, and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts for Maggie’s number. But his finger hovered over the screen, and after a beat, he turned off the phone and climbed back into the car.

"I called Maggie. She should be bringing it over soon. We just have to wait a bit."

"Okay," I nodded.

James glanced at Alexander through the rearview mirror, clearly skeptical.

He hadn’t expected CEO Hawthorne to act like this.

Just a moment ago, James had clearly seen that Alexander didn’t actually make the call!

He was lying to Mrs. Hawthorne—didn’t she notice?

Suddenly, Alexander’s gaze locked onto the rearview mirror, his sharp eyes meeting James’. James’ heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out down his spine. He quickly turned his gaze away.

"Get out of the car," Alexander said coldly.

"Yes, sir!" James answered quickly, scrambling to open the door and move to the side.