My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 162

Alexander’s POV

I listened to Jane’s words, my mind replaying each point he made. The first was that Vivienne had a close female friend from another country, but after she returned early, when this friend contacted her, Vivienne acted as though she didn’t know her at all. The second was when I searched for Vivienne’s childbirth records—there was nothing in any of the hospitals, clinics, or nearby cities. Either she went to a more distant city, or someone had deliberately erased all traces. The third point was that I had expected Vivienne’s long-term medical leave to reflect on her academic transcript. But after returning to the country, she smoothly transferred her credits, with excellent grades in every subject, without a hitch.

When Jane finished speaking, I didn’t respond immediately. After a long pause, he seemed anxious and reminded me, "CEO Hawthorne?"

I took a deep breath, composing myself before calmly instructing, "Keep investigating. And make sure no one else finds out about this."

"Understood," Jane replied quickly.

I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bedside table, reaching out to play with Ziggy. The kitten, still small, gripped my finger and nibbled on it. Its tiny teeth were more of a light scratch than actual pain. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

I closed my eyes, replaying Jane’s words in my mind. Suddenly, an unbelievable thought struck me—what if Vivienne herself didn’t even remember giving birth to a child? Or perhaps, for some reason, she had forgotten parts of her time studying abroad?

She had never mentioned her time overseas, as though that period of her life never existed. She seemed unfamiliar with the friends she’d made back then, and even I had become someone she no longer remembered. What was even stranger was that she had abandoned that child and married me—because she had no idea that child existed.

This pregnancy felt just like her first.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, realizing that Vivienne likely hadn’t meant to hide anything, which gave me some relief. But the question still nagged at me—who was that man?!

My gut told me that man wasn’t the president, nor was he Vivienne’s classmate. Who could be behind all those erased traces? Was it him? Where was that child now? Why had Vivienne forgotten her time abroad? But since she had forgotten, perhaps it was better if she never remembered.

As for the child, I would investigate quietly.

If he were dead, that would be the end of it.

If he were alive, I would make sure he stayed far away, in another country, never to appear before Vivienne again.

Just then, my phone pinged with a few notifications from WhatsApp.

I opened it to find several photos sent by Frederick.

I clicked on one casually, and the photo was taken at a ski resort. Under the harsh sunlight and the glaring white landscape, two figures stood at the center of the frame, both wearing ski gear. One was a man, the other a woman, and the man had his hand resting on her waist in an intimate pose.

There was no doubt in my mind about who the woman in the photo was.

A vein popped on my forehead, and I couldn’t help but sneer.

I swiped left, and the second photo appeared. In it, the man’s hand was on the woman’s shoulder, slightly leaning down as if to kiss her forehead.

My face darkened. After scrolling through all the photos, I felt a storm of emotions I couldn’t calm.

Frederick’s message pinged again: "I didn’t expect Ms. Vivienne to have someone pursuing her so soon after the divorce!"

He quickly followed up with another message: "That guy is a college student, three years younger than Ms. Vivienne, and calls her ‘sister.’ Tsk..."

When I heard Frederick’s words, a whirlwind of confusion instantly took over my emotions. He said, "I heard they’re going to watch Aurora together tonight—how romantic! And, of course, it’s late at night, the perfect time for young men and women to get impulsive..."

"I also heard they’re staying at the same hotel!" Frederick added.

In that moment, I lost control. My face turned ashen, and a wave of fierce emotion surged in my chest. I glared at the man in the photo, my eyes burning with anger. If my gaze could pierce through the internet and kill, Nathaniel would have been dead a hundred times over.

Frederick continued, "They say the best way to get over one relationship is to dive into another. Looks like Ms. Vivienne’s made up her mind!"

I clenched my teeth, the grinding sound echoing in the silence. My anger grew, but there was also a bitter ache creeping up from deep inside me. It pressed into my throat, and a sour taste filled my mouth, as if the whole world was blurring before my eyes.

She was already moving on. And here I was, stuck in the same place, watching her walk away, hoping she’d turn around. But she had given up on me, and she would never look back.

I knew she would never forgive me, but I just couldn’t let go.

"Do whatever it takes to stop them. No matter the cost!" I told Frederick. "I’m heading to Norway right now!"

If that guy dared lay a hand on Vivienne, he would pay the price.

Frederick quickly replied, "OK."

Then he added, "I’ll have someone stall for time. You hurry."

I hung up and immediately called Jane. "Get me a ticket to Tromsø, as soon as possible!"

"Got it," Jane’s voice came through, efficient as always.

She wasn’t surprised by my decision. Compared to before, Jane knew I cared more about the future now. The past was no longer something I would dwell on or argue over. I wouldn’t hesitate or make excuses like I used to. I just wanted to resolve things quickly and make up for the losses.

I couldn’t accept what had happened with Vivienne just yet, but time would help me understand. After all, the past couldn’t be changed or erased.

Since I couldn’t let her go, all that was left was to accept her past, accept her choices. More importantly, Vivienne’s future was destined to be mine.

Jane was quick, and before long, my visa and flight were ready.

I packed a few things, told Gabriella to take good care of Ziggy, and headed to the airport to meet Jane. We boarded the flight to Tromsø.

Vivienne’s POV

Tromsø Ski Resort.

Nathaniel, the others, and I arrived at the resort.

From a distance, I saw people in helmets, ski goggles, and suits, their feet strapped into skis, poles in hand. They glided up and down the vast snowfield, cutting through the wind like whales swimming gracefully through the sea or birds soaring through the sky. The freedom they exuded was so alluring.

But while the ideal was beautiful, reality was much harsher.

Regular shoes have anti-slip features to help you walk on snow, but skis are designed specifically for skiing, with special materials that make them slide.

I underestimated just how slippery they could be. The moment I stepped out of the changing room, I lost my balance and landed straight on my backside.

Sitting on the ground, the ski poles were too long to help me get up. The long skis on my feet restricted my movements, and it took me a while to finally stand again.

On the way to the slopes, I learned my lesson and walked very carefully.

Sophie, however, took a tumble and landed flat on her back, which sent Ariana and me into fits of laughter.

After we stopped laughing, Ariana also fell, her poles flying out of her hands.

So, we decided to hire an instructor to teach us.

I paid close attention to the coach’s instructions, practicing alongside them, and quickly picked up a few tricks.

Soon, the coach guided us as we began to glide slowly across the snow. Gradually, I was able to ski on my own.

The sound of skis cutting through the snow filled the air as I glided.

I looked up, and before me stretched a vast, white landscape. When I skied up a snowbank, I felt an exhilarating rush—my breath quickened, my heartbeat accelerated, and a daring sense of courage filled me. The danger, the excitement, the freedom, and the euphoria were overwhelming—it was impossible to stop.

In that moment, I finally understood why some people were so passionate about skiing, about extreme sports.

What they sought wasn’t just the thrill of the sport, but the ultimate feeling of throwing caution to the wind and surrendering completely to the experience.