My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 149

Alexander’s POV

The night was quiet.

I gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom and stepped inside, the faint scent of alcohol still lingering on me. Moving almost silently, I walked toward the bed, my footsteps barely audible.

"Meow~" Vivienne’s cat, Ziggy, noticed me.

"Shh..." I whispered, soothing the cat.

I placed the opened can in front of Ziggy. It sniffed cautiously before eagerly devouring the contents.

I gently patted Ziggy on the head and stood up, making my way to the side of the bed.

Moonlight spilled onto the bed, casting a serene glow over Vivienne’s peaceful sleeping face. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, as though even in her dreams, there was a hint of unease.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Sitting down carefully, my fingers brushed lightly across her smooth, delicate face, the touch as soft as feathers gliding over her skin.

It was only in moments like this that I could be so close to Vivienne. Only now could I approach her without fearing the cold, disdainful look in her eyes.

I feared that look.

As ruthless as I was in the business world, there were times when I couldn’t escape fear.

If the old me had heard these words, I would have laughed them off—mocked myself for being weak.

But when I realized how deeply I felt for her, I understood that I had become entangled in something far more powerful than I ever anticipated—a bond named Vivienne, one I could never break free from.

Once, we had shared two years of a quiet, harmonious marriage. We had once lain together on this very bed, close and intimate. We had once been the couple that Gabriella envied most. But I hadn’t cherished it.

It was my arrogance that brought us here.

I knew now that she would never forgive me.

When she returns from St. Damaris Cathedral, she will no longer be my wife.

There would be no relationship between us anymore.

After our divorce, she would be with Frederick Steele, wouldn’t she?

At this moment, my heart burned with jealousy toward Frederick, so intense it was almost maddening.

My gaze fell on Vivienne’s full, soft lips, and my heart sank. Without a second thought, I leaned down and kissed her.

Warm, soft, sweet—just as I remembered, pulling me deeper into the kiss, unwilling to let go.

Perhaps this would be the last time.

I closed my eyes and let myself indulge in the moment.

After a long while, I finally lifted my head and gazed at Vivienne’s peaceful sleeping face. I placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Vivienne, I love you."

No one heard.

I gently stood and left, slipping away without a sound.

Apart from the lingering scent of alcohol in the air and the empty can by Ziggy’s side, no one would ever know I had been here.

SereneVivienne’s POV

The next morning, Alexander and I set off for St. Damaris Cathedral, feeling a profound sense of reverence.

We were alone—no one accompanied us. The car ride was just the two of us: Alexander driving, and me in the back seat.

As I got into the car, I noticed a box on the seat next to the driver’s side. The instant I saw it, my mind immediately went to... an urn.

I paused for a moment, biting my lower lip, my voice trembling slightly as I asked, "What is this?"

Alexander glanced at me through the rearview mirror and gave a small nod. "It’s our child’s ashes."

When I had gone through the abortion procedure, Alexander had wanted me to see the child, but he feared it would worsen my condition. In the end, he decided to have the child cremated himself.

"St. Damaris Cathedral can hold the ashes," he added. "I want to place them there so we can pray for our child constantly."

I cradled the urn in my arms and nodded softly. I gently caressed the surface of the urn as if I were holding my child.

...

St. Damaris Cathedral is located on the outskirts of Lakeshire, with a history that spans several centuries. Despite numerous renovations, it still retains its ancient charm. As the city grew, it evolved into its current form, now surrounded by residential areas.

By the time we arrived, it was already noon.

I tightly held the urn as I got out of the car. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Alexander had made all the arrangements, and a priest led us to a small, secluded building. I looked up at the sign above the entrance, which read, "Eternal Rest."

Inside, I saw a wall lined with urns, each containing the ashes of the deceased.

The ashes in Eternal Rest were categorized. The first level held the ashes of ordinary citizens, the second level was for monks and spiritual practitioners, the third level was for aborted fetuses, and another area housed the ashes of priests.

Following the priest’s guidance, I placed our child’s ashes in a cabinet and locked it.

Afterward, the priest led us to the Memorial Chapel, located to the west of the main church, behind the altar.

The Memorial Chapel stood at a higher elevation, and before it stretched a series of steps.

There were eighty-one steps in total, symbolizing the trials one must endure through eighty-one hardships before reaching enlightenment.

Alexander took my hand, his expression devout as we ascended the stairs, step by step.

We rounded a corner and saw a wall behind which countless memorial plaques were displayed.

The priest explained, "These plaques are the gateway to heaven. The yellow plaques belong to the departed, placed by the living to pray for their peaceful rest."

"By offering memorial plaques for aborted children and praying for them, the living can help them escape suffering and assist the parents in finding clarity and moving forward."

"Shall we offer a plaque for him?" Alexander asked, his voice steady.

"Yes," I whispered.

"The plaque should have a name. Please, choose one for him," the priest suggested.

Alexander turned to look at me, his eyes full of expectation.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the heavy scent of the candles in the church, and said, "Let’s name him Evelyn Serene, hoping he will be at peace forever."

"Good," the priest said.

In the chapel, the priest set up the plaque for Evelyn Serene.

Before it, we lit a candle together. As the flame flickered to life, casting a soft, warm glow, the atmosphere became solemn, and my eyes welled with tears.

My dear, this is the only thing I, as a mother, can do for you.

In this life, our bond wasn’t enough. I pray you find peace in the next world.

"Can I visit him often?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat.

"Of course," Alexander replied gently, though there was a trace of helplessness in his tone.

He gently wiped the tears from my face. The bitterness that surged in his heart almost took his breath away. He wanted to take my hand and say, "Vivienne, it was my fault. I didn’t understand my own heart. Please give me another chance. From now on, I’ll love you properly, and we’ll raise our child together."

But he knew deep down that it was impossible now—that he no longer deserved it. Still, the longing lingered in his heart, an unrealistic wish.

I looked at him and said, "Let’s go home. If we hurry, maybe the family court is still open."