My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 68
I felt completely limp, like a puddle of melted clay, resting in Alexander’s arms. My face was flushed, my lips slightly parted as I panted for breath.
Sensing my shudder, Alexander slowly withdrew his hand.
“How do you feel? Are you completely relaxed now?” he asked softly.
I leaned against him, too exhausted to move, letting out a contented "Mm," like a sleepy kitten.
In one smooth motion, Alexander gathered me up and sat me on his lap.
Realizing his intentions, I immediately tried to pull away, flustered. “No, no...”
If I let this go on, the baby might not be able to handle it.
Alexander chuckled softly. “It’s fine, we don’t have work tomorrow.”
He’d been holding back for two months already. Not to mention, these past few days, he’d been helping me relax even more, making it harder to resist.
I tried to pull away, but just then, a knock echoed from outside the room.
I sighed in relief and nudged him. “Go answer the door.”
Alexander closed his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath. The timing couldn’t have been worse. It was probably the delivery of our dinner.
He reluctantly threw on his bathrobe and went to the door to collect the food.
The dinner spread was lavish, and Alexander set it up on the Blue Lagoon table.
I sank into the soothing waters of the Blue Lagoon while enjoying my meal—what bliss.
After dinner, I stood up from the Blue Lagoon, wrapped in a towel. “I’m going back to my room. You eat slowly.”
A vein throbbed in Alexander’s forehead.
Alexander’s POV
After Vivienne left, I had a few more bites, then got out of the Blue Lagoon and tidied up the area. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Back in the living room, I grabbed the phone on the couch, intending to check it, but realized it wasn’t mine—it was Vivienne’s.
I knew Vivienne’s lock screen password, so I unlocked it without hesitation.
The screen was open to her Status Update section, which seemed like something she had just looked at but hadn’t finished reading.
I scrolled down a bit, then froze.
There, at the top, was a Status Update from Isabella posted the previous night: “Thanks for the company at dawn.”
I tapped to view the attached photo, instantly recognizing one of the hands in the picture was mine.
The timestamp matched the night I had secretly gone to see Isabella.
I furrowed my brows, a sense of unease rising in my chest.
Had Vivienne seen this Status Update?
She couldn’t have, right?
She probably hadn’t scrolled down that far yet.
I pulled out my own phone, opened WhatsApp, and checked the Status Update section for the same timestamp, but Isabella’s post wasn’t there.
I then opened Isabella’s contact on Vivienne’s phone, confirming without a doubt that it was indeed Isabella.
A thought suddenly crossed my mind. I quickly sent Victor Sinclair a message on WhatsApp: “Victor, did Isabella post a Status Update the night before last?”
Victor replied almost immediately: “No, why are you asking?”
“Nothing,” I typed, understanding the situation.
That Status Update was only visible to Vivienne.
Why had Isabella posted it like that?
Was she intentionally showing it to Vivienne?
Was she trying to flaunt something in front of her?
Hadn’t Isabella always said she felt guilty toward Vivienne?
I wished I was overthinking it.
I mulled it over, then dialed Isabella’s number.
The call connected quickly, and I could hear Isabella’s cheerful voice on the other end. “Alexander!”
“It’s me. Have you had dinner?”
“I just finished. Are you still at the hotel or on set?”
“At the hotel. We finished early today. What’s up?”
“Isabella,” I said, my tone serious, “I need you to answer me honestly.”
There was a pause on the other end before her voice became more cautious. “What is it?”
“Did you post a Status Update the night before last?”
Silence followed.
I already knew what was happening. My expression darkened as I asked, “That Status Update—only Vivienne could see it, right? Why is that?”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Isabella’s voice, choked with sobs, came through.
“Alexander, it was me... Please don’t hate me, okay? I... I was just so afraid of losing you. That day when you said you might fall for Vivienne and not divorce her, and send me abroad... I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t bear the thought of being apart from you, and in a moment of panic, I posted that Status Update. I’m sorry, please forgive me.”
She thought Vivienne would never show me that Status Update, so she had acted without caution. But now, it was clear that I had seen it.
I fell silent.
When I saw the Status Update, Isabella’s image in my mind shifted, just slightly.
On the other end of the line, Isabella continued her rambling apology, pleading for my forgiveness.
“Alexander, please forgive me. I’ll go apologize to Vivienne right away. As long as you don’t leave me, I can’t live without you.”
“Just this once. Delete the Status Update.”
“Okay, okay! I’ll delete it right now. Alexander, have you forgiven me? I’m so sorry... I’ve disappointed you. How could I do this to Vivienne? I’ve hurt her, and now she probably hates me.”
“She probably didn’t see it. Don’t blame yourself. Just stay away from her from now on.”
“I understand.”
Isabella agreed, but I could sense a hint of reluctance in her voice.
It was a shame Vivienne hadn’t seen the Status Update.
After hanging up, I refreshed the Status Update on Vivienne’s phone. It was gone.
I let out a small sigh of relief.
Now, Vivienne wouldn’t know that I had left that night.
At that moment, I heard a knock at the door.
I opened it, and as expected, Vivienne stood there.
She looked at me and said, “I think I left my phone here.”
“It’s not ’think,’ it’s ’is,’" I corrected, handing her the phone.
“Thanks.” Vivienne turned to leave but paused, as if she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, could you do me a favor?”
“Come in.”
Vivienne stepped inside.
I closed the door behind her. “Just say it. No need for pleasantries between us.”
“Can I take a picture with you for my status update?”
My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively licked my lips. “A picture with me for your status update?”
Had she seen Isabella’s post?
Vivienne explained, “On the ride here, Leo asked me if I had a boyfriend. He’s interested in me. I told him I do, but he didn’t believe me. I’m worried he’ll keep bothering me, so I want to make him back off. Don’t worry, I won’t show your face.”
There was a colleague at work who had been relentlessly pursuing Vivienne. He wouldn’t leave her alone, and eventually, I had to step in and transfer him.
Without hesitation, I agreed. “Okay, how do you want to take the picture?”
“I want it to look believable, something a little more intimate.”
“Okay.”
She smiled and continued, “Here’s what I was thinking: I’ll lie in your arms, and you’ll wrap your arm around me. I’ll take the selfie, so only your chin down will be in the frame. Is that okay?”
“Sure. Let’s take it on the bed.”
We laid down on the bed, got comfortable, and Vivienne snapped several shots. After going through them, she picked the one she liked best.
In the photo, her face was the focal point, with the rest of the frame showing a man in a bathrobe, his chest partially exposed along with his collarbones and neck. The shot only captured his jawline, with no visible face.
“This one works. But we can’t post it today. Let’s wait until we’re back in a couple of days.”
If she posted it today, everyone at work would definitely think it was me.
“Okay.”
“I’ll head back now.”
Vivienne took the phone and left, walking quickly, her steps light and hurried.
I watched her go, her carefree stride making me frown with quiet frustration.
To her, it seemed like I was nothing more than a prop—used when needed, then discarded without a second thought.
Vivienne’s POV
I returned to my room, sat on the bed, and opened Isabella’s status update.
I scrolled down to find the post from the day before, but it was gone.
Had she deleted it?
Even if she had, I still planned to make her suffer.
The photo I took with Alexander wasn’t for Leo; it was for Isabella. I wanted to make sure it would disgust her.
And I had the perfect excuse. Even if Isabella had a problem with it, Alexander would never make me delete it.
I couldn’t wait to see Isabella’s reaction.
