My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 154

Vivienne’s POV

It was getting late, and just as I was about to stand up and leave, I turned to Alexander and said, "I’ll pack my things and move out tomorrow."

"No need," he replied softly. "The Divorce Settlement Agreement still stands. The Crescent Estates will be yours. I’ll move out."

I shook my head. "Take it back. If you don’t want it, I’ll have someone help me sell it."

When we signed the Divorce Settlement Agreement, I wanted that villa. It held the memories of the three years we spent together. I wanted to keep it, to slowly reminisce about those times, and I didn’t want Isabella to take it over in the future.

But now, I didn’t want the villa anymore. The memories only brought pain and regret.

If I’ve decided to let go, then I’ll let go completely.

"I’m leaving now."

I grabbed my bag and walked out of the hospital room.

Alexander’s POV

When I heard Vivienne’s words, it felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown over me. I froze, a heavy weight pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.

She actually wanted to sell the villa where we’d spent three years together, not wanting to keep a single memory?

Was this how she planned to get rid of me?

I closed my eyes tightly, lying on the bed, feeling like something was violently ripped from my chest. The pain left me numb, and the cold wind outside seemed to bite at my skin.

She was gone.

Now, I’d never have a legitimate reason to seek her out again. Unless I was scheming, the chances of us meeting again were slim to none.

We’d be like any other divorced couple, each going on with our lives, no longer interfering with the other.

My fists clenched involuntarily, my knuckles turning white as they creaked with the tension.

Vivienne’s POV

Back at the villa, I started packing my things. The suitcase was already open on the floor. As I turned to grab clothes from the closet, a little cat suddenly popped out of the suitcase and meowed at me.

I bent down to pet Ziggy’s head, and he affectionately licked my fingers. Of course, I had to take Ziggy with me. But since I was about to travel and couldn’t bring him along, I planned to leave him at the pet shop tomorrow.

By the time I finished packing all of my father’s things and my own luggage, it was already around 10 PM. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Holding Ziggy in my arms, I stood at the top of the stairs on the third floor, looking down at the scene below. This had been the place where we’d lived together for three years. Every corner, every detail in the house, reflected my dreams and hopes for our future together.

When we first moved in, I was filled with sweetness and happiness, brimming with anticipation and positivity.

The life after marriage turned out to be a little different from what I’d imagined, but it still brought me great contentment. Every morning, we’d wake up together—either going for a run or him heading to the gym while I did yoga beside him. I’d pick out his suit for the next day, pairing it with a tie, and help him get dressed before we left the house.

I loved watching him in a suit—the way it perfectly showcased his physique, his broad shoulders, and slender frame. I loved seeing him speak at meetings, his commanding presence, the kind of force that could move mountains.

I also loved watching him work, sitting at his desk, focused and intense. There was a charm to him that reminded me of my father.

And of course, there was the way he’d lie on top of me, his eyes bloodshot, nearly losing control—his presence sending me into a blissful, dizzying state, skin glistening with sweat, pressing tightly against mine. Each time, my heart would race uncontrollably.

I had become lost in it all, unable to break free.

I once thought that the two years of peaceful coexistence with him at least proved that Alexander had some affection for me.

But after Isabella returned, it dealt a fatal blow. My sweet dream was shattered.

It had all been a lie.

Everything had been a performance.

His acting was so convincing, it fooled me for three whole years.

The night before his business trip, he casually got close to me, telling me to wait for his return.

“Meow—”

Ziggy’s meow broke my train of thought, pulling me back from my memories.

Since I had already decided to let go, everything now belonged to the past. There was no need to dwell on it.

I picked up Ziggy and walked downstairs.

The next morning, I took Ziggy to the pet shop. But as I was heading out, I ran into Gabriella, who had just returned.

“Gabriella, what are you doing back?” I asked.

“Jane is taking over now. Mr. Hawthorne doesn’t need me to look after him anymore.” Gabriella smiled. “Mrs. Hawthorne, where are you taking Ziggy?”

“Gabriella, we’re divorced now. Please don’t call me Mrs. Hawthorne anymore. I’m about to travel and wanted to leave Ziggy at the pet shop for a while.”

“Can’t you leave him here? Ziggy’s already used to this place. Sending him to an unfamiliar pet shop might be hard for him, especially since he’s so young.”

AA hint of hesitation crossed my face. "This is his villa. It might not be right to leave Ziggy here."

"It’s fine," Gabriella said with a reassuring smile. "Ziggy was brought here by Mr. Hawthorne. He can stay here for a few days without any issues. Mr. Hawthorne said the house won’t be sold for now. Besides, with such a large villa, even if they do decide to sell it, it’ll take some time. And there’s me. If Mr. Hawthorne does end up selling, I’ll just take Ziggy home and keep him for a while. At least Ziggy is familiar with me, and I really like him."

Leaving Ziggy with Gabriella was definitely better than taking him to a pet store.

I thought for a moment before saying, "Gabriella, thank you. Please make sure to take good care of Ziggy."

"Of course, Mrs. Hawthorne... Oh, sorry, Ms. Vivienne. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Ziggy is well taken care of."

Afterward, I went to Ashford Manor. Since Alexander and I had ended things, I needed to let Grandma know. She hadn’t visited me when I had the abortion; Alexander must have kept it from her.

"Vivienne, I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this. It’s probably for the best that you divorced him. Alexander doesn’t deserve you. No matter what, you’ll always be my granddaughter. Please come visit me often, alright?"

"Grandma, I know. No matter what happens between Alexander and me, you’ll always be my grandma."

Grandma went to the study and brought out a document. "This is something your Pop-Pop left for you. He said that if you and Alexander ever divorced, you should have this. He was worried you’d be hurt afterward."

Inside the file was a large inheritance from Grandpa, including cash, properties, and businesses—a substantial amount. Added to the assets Alexander promised me in the Divorce Settlement Agreement, I had more than enough to live a comfortable life, as long as I stayed away from gambling or drugs.

At the end of the document was a blank piece of paper with a message written on it:

"Vivienne, by the time you read this letter, I will already be gone. I’ve been through many highs and lows in my life, and I’ve come to terms with most things. The only thing I couldn’t let go of was you and Alexander. Some things, Alexander is too close to see clearly, but as an outsider, I can see everything. You love Alexander. The way you look at him reminds me of how I looked at your grandmother all those years ago. I know you’re a good girl, and if possible, I wish you could stay with him and continue the glory of the H. Dynasty."

"I selfishly hope you never have to see this letter."

"But I don’t want to force you. You’ve been through so much these past few months. Even if Alexander has had a change of heart, it might be too late. If you insist on staying apart from him, I won’t blame you. I just want you to be happy."

"As long as you’re happy, that’s all I want."

After reading the letter, I couldn’t hold back the tears.

I sobbed, throwing myself into Grandma’s arms, my heart feeling like it was being pierced by needles. "I’m so sorry. I’ve made Pop-Pop worry about me all this time..."

Before, the pain I couldn’t resolve was my father’s death, but now, I carried another—Grandpa’s death.

"Good girl, it’s not your fault. As long as you’re living well, your grandfather can rest in peace, and I can be at ease."

"Nana, I will. I’ll make sure to live every day well from now on."