My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 143

No one responded.

The pain in my abdomen intensified, sharp and excruciating. Cold sweat formed on my forehead, my body trembled, and my voice quivered, barely strong enough to lift my hand.

“Alexander! Open the door! My stomach hurts... please, help me... save the baby...”

I wanted to call for help, but I realized my phone was downstairs.

“Open the door...”

“...Someone, please, help me...”

I collapsed to the floor, gritting my teeth, curling up tightly, clutching my stomach. My body tensed, fighting against the unbearable pain.

At that moment, it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping my lower abdomen, pulling downward with all its strength!

“...Open the door...”

My voice had grown hoarse, growing weaker with each passing second. My body slumped to the ground, despair filling my eyes.

I felt a trickle of liquid between my legs...

“Alexander, open the door...” I whispered, closing my eyes, tears streaming down my face.

My baby...

I couldn’t hold onto him any longer...

Alexander’s POV

“Vivienne, are you okay now?” I asked, standing by the master bedroom door.

There was no answer from inside.

Was Vivienne asleep?

I unlocked the door with my key, and what I saw made my blood run cold.

Vivienne was unconscious, lying at the door, her pants soaked with blood, the floor a pool of crimson.

My heart stopped. For a moment, everything went blank. Two seconds later, I snapped back to reality and rushed to scoop her up, hurrying downstairs.

“Vivienne? Vivienne?”

I rushed down the stairs, calling her name urgently.

But Vivienne didn’t respond.

“Vivienne, don’t be afraid. We’re going to the hospital right now! Stay with me!”

I placed her in the car, immediately starting the engine, slamming my foot on the gas, and the car sped off.

In the emergency room, the red light above the door flickered on.

I stood frozen outside, completely motionless, drenched in blood. Passersby couldn’t help but glance at me.

If before, my tall, upright figure had been a pillar holding up the sky, now that pillar was bent, my shoulders slumped, fragile as though I could collapse with the slightest touch.

A man passing by patted me on the shoulder, offering a few words of comfort. “Brother, your wife’s had a miscarriage. Don’t lose heart. Once she’s recovered, you can still have children.”

I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, they were bloodshot, veins crisscrossing, my vision blurry.

Without saying a word, I turned and punched the wall in the hallway. The bones in my knuckles swelled, turning red.

I hit it again. And again.

Until bloodstains marked the wall, and the white bone of my hand was exposed.

I slumped against the wall, the excruciating pain and guilt suffocating me, making it hard to breathe.

Maybe it was the blow of Grandpa’s passing, or the exhaustion from the last few days, but I’d lost the patience I once had with Vivienne...

How could I have locked her alone in her room?

How could I have left her in there by herself?

I knew she was pregnant...

I knew she was at risk of miscarriage...

I truly deserve to die!

I closed my eyes.

I knew the chances of the baby surviving were slim.

But in my heart, I clung to a fragile hope, like a lifeline.

Because if I lost this baby, I wouldn’t just lose him... I would lose Vivienne completely.

Other families in the waiting room glanced at me with sympathy. One of them pulled out a cigarette, offering it to me. “Brother, if it’s too much, just have a smoke.”

I lowered my gaze, looking at the cigarette in his hand. I took it silently, walked into the smoking room, lit it, and took a drag.

Vivienne was never the one at fault.

It’s my fault that Grandpa died!

In this moment, as I replay the events of the past few days, I can’t bring myself to forgive what I’ve done.

I was wrong from the very beginning.

I misjudged my feelings for Vivienne. The guilt I felt for Isabella, I mistook for love, and that’s why I asked Vivienne for a divorce.

Because of that, Vivienne couldn’t bring herself to tell me she was pregnant. She had to navigate the pregnancy alone, confused and uncertain, without the care and support she truly needed.

I think that if, from the very start, I had been more attentive, maybe the baby would be healthy by now... maybe it would be kicking.

If I hadn’t brought Isabella back into the country, Vivienne wouldn’t have wanted a divorce.

Grandpa wouldn’t have been so worried about me, and he wouldn’t have gone to see Isabella.

On the surface, Grandpa seemed to be doing it for Vivienne, but it was really for me.

Because Grandpa knew that once I divorced Vivienne, I would be the one to regret it.

I’m the one who killed Grandpa.

But I fear I’ve let him down again.

The marriage he fought so hard to protect is now inevitably ending in divorce.

The door to the operating room opened.

I quickly stubbed out my cigarette and rushed over.

It was the same doctor from last time. She had specifically told me that Vivienne needed to rest, maintain a stable mood, and take her medication on time. How could this have happened?!

The doctor shook her head, her face filled with sorrow. "I’m so sorry, the fetus couldn’t be saved— it’s a miscarriage. The patient is still unconscious. In the future, having another child will be very difficult—extremely difficult."

Her words were already as gentle as they could be.

"I understand."

"The child had already developed. Would you like to see?"

Her words froze me in place. My body went rigid, and after a long silence, I finally asked, "Can I take him with me?"

"You can."

According to hospital policy, a fetus from a woman with a contagious disease must be treated as medical waste. For other women, the remains can be taken home.

Vivienne’s POV

The sharp scent of disinfectant filled my senses as I slowly opened my eyes, my mind blank for a few moments.

Then, gradually, my awareness returned.

I remembered what happened before I passed out and, with my hand that wasn’t hooked up to an IV, I gently touched my stomach.

The curve that had been there was gone.

My baby... is gone.

I couldn’t keep him after all.

Staring at the ceiling, tears quickly welled up in my eyes, streaming down my temples.

Olivia was right.

I am a curse.

All of my loved ones will leave me, one by one.

First, my grandparents. Then, my father, Chairman Hawthorne, and now my child...

Alexander stood just outside the window, watching Vivienne silently weep, his heart torn apart as if being shredded into pieces.

For Vivienne, this was a devastating blow, both physically and emotionally.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Alexander pushed open the door and slowly approached her bedside. He spoke softly, "Vivienne, you’re awake? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"Go away."

I kept my eyes closed, unable to bear the sight of him, not even for a moment.