My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 75

I froze for a moment.

I remembered what Isabella had said that day—Alexander would do anything for her. One phone call, and she could summon him away.

I immediately rejected the call and set my phone down.

Within two seconds, the phone rang again. I rejected it once more.

I knew Isabella wouldn’t give up easily and would keep calling.

Without hesitation, I deleted the call logs and turned off Alexander’s phone, placing it back where it had been.

Just then, the door opened, and Alexander walked in. He sat down across from me and resumed his meal as if nothing were wrong.

After a moment, noticing I hadn’t eaten much, Alexander looked up and asked, “Are you done eating? Would you like to try the dessert here?”

“Sure.” I called the waiter over and flipped through the menu, ordering two desserts.

The waiter took the menu and left.

Suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open with force.

Both Alexander and I looked up, only to realize the person standing in the doorway wasn’t the waiter, but Victor Sinclair.

“Victor, what are you doing here? Come sit and have something to eat,” Alexander said, surprised.

“Eat? What’s there to eat?!” Victor stormed in, his voice sharp. “You’re enjoying your candlelit dinner while something’s going on outside. Do you have any idea what’s happening?”

“What happened?” Alexander set down his fork and knife, his brow furrowing in concern.

“Isabella was filming, and due to a mistake by the crew, she got trapped in a fire and was seriously burned. The whole place is in chaos, and you’re here eating? Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Victor’s tone was urgent.

Seriously burned?

My face drained of color as I listened.

That call just now?

A sense of unease washed over me. I turned to Victor and said, “Victor, calm down. Isabella must have been taken to the hospital right away, right? What we need now is news from the operating room, not to blame Alexander...”

Victor shot me a sideways glance. “Who asked you to speak here? You lowly mistress, I used to show you some respect because of Chairman Hawthorne, but don’t get cocky!”

His words struck me like a slap.

I wasn’t close with Alexander’s friends, but I at least thought I could hold a civil conversation with them.

I never expected Victor to be so hostile toward me, especially in front of Alexander.

But Alexander only turned his cold gaze toward me, holding up his phone and asking, “When I left just now, did you touch my phone?”

His cold stare sent a chill down my spine, and I immediately felt the weight of the situation.

I tightened my hands at my sides, shivering, and took a deep breath. “Yes, someone called you, and I turned off your phone.”

“Vivienne, why did you do that?”

“Why?” My eyes darkened, and I forced out a bitter laugh. “She called you at a time like this. Doesn’t she just want you to go to her? Is it so wrong that I don’t want you running off to see another woman? Am I really that petty, unable to stand seeing you two in love?”

I didn’t want to say these things. It felt like I was just a jealous, bitter woman.

But somehow, the words slipped out uncontrollably.

Alexander looked at me, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

“Alexander, stop wasting time. Go to the hospital and see Isabella. She’s badly hurt, and the fire terrified her. The doctors say her condition is critical.”

Alexander loosened his collar, his brow still furrowed, and he dropped his gaze, falling silent.

“Alexander, what are you hesitating for? Don’t you know? When Isabella called you, the fire hadn’t even started. She depends on you, trusts you. If you’d picked up the phone, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt! Now, are you really going to leave her alone in the hospital, fighting for her life?”

“I understand. Take Vivienne back for me,” Alexander said, his voice low as he stood and walked toward the door.

I stepped forward, calling his name. “Alexander! Don’t forget what today is! Isabella is being taken care of by doctors. She doesn’t need you there!”

I could barely contain my frustration anymore.

Isabella Blackwood—nothing in his heart mattered more than her.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I was jealous—jealous to the point of madness.

Let me be the cold, heartless villain for once.

I just wanted Alexander to be completely mine, just for today.

Alexander stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. “I know what today is, but Isabella is seriously injured. I have to go see her.”

He took a step forward, heading for the door.

“Alexander! Are you really leaving?”

Alexander didn’t slow down.

“Fine. Alexander, let me tell you—if you walk out that door today, there will be no future for us.” My eyes burned with intensity as I stared at his back, my words spilling out recklessly.

Alexander hesitated for a moment, but under my gaze, he strode out without a word.

Watching his figure disappear, I felt my strength drain from me. I leaned against the table, struggling to stay upright, my heart sinking into despair.

In the end, he still left.

I threatened him with the future between us, and yet, he still left.

It turns out, all the harmony between us these days was just an illusion.

When it came to choosing between Isabella and me, he still didn’t hesitate. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

“Let’s go. Stop pretending. What’s with the act, Mistress? Isabella’s still lying in a hospital bed.”

With a sharp slap, I used every ounce of strength I had to strike Victor Sinclair.

Victor froze, his hand pressed to his reddened cheek, his anger flaring. “Are you crazy? Don’t think just because Alexander spoils you, I won’t do something about it!”

“Even if you kill me, I’ll still say it. Isabella is a mistress—she’s the one who destroyed someone else’s family.”

"I am Alexander’s legitimate wife, the one protected by the law!"

I swept my hand across the table, and with a loud crash, a square box fell to the ground, the bracelet inside shattering into three pieces.

I grabbed my bag and phone, turning on my heel to leave.

Victor Sinclair chased after me, his voice tight with tension. “What did you just say? Say it again.”

I said nothing, walking out the restaurant door, picking a random direction to head in.

Victor was right behind me. “Where are you going? I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t need you to.”

“No, I’m taking you back,” he insisted, stepping forward to grab my arm.

I yanked my arm away from him and, choking on my words, screamed, “Get away from me!”

Victor froze.

I didn’t know when it had happened, but my eyes were bloodshot, my face streaked with tears, and everything around me was blurry.

Through gritted teeth, I shouted, “You’re all bastards! Stay the hell away from me!”

With that, I turned and walked away.

Victor stood still, not following.

Even now, my mind felt empty.

I stumbled forward aimlessly, not knowing where I was headed.

Isabella was right.

I didn’t take the bet because I knew it was one I was sure to lose.

On our wedding anniversary, Alexander still went to see Isabella. His eyes were only for her—he didn’t even notice the humiliation I felt in front of his friends.

I lost. Completely.

How ridiculous!

A few days ago, Alexander was still repeating his grandfather’s promise, but today, he tossed it aside like it meant nothing.

He said he was trying to build something real with me, yet on our anniversary, he left me to see Isabella.

The moment Victor Sinclair said something had happened to Isabella, Alexander didn’t even hesitate to verify it—he just rushed off.

His heart wasn’t with me.

The ring on my finger said it all. Maybe Victor Sinclair showing up had just given him an excuse to leave.

They say you can tell if a man cares for a woman by how his friends treat her.

Now, I finally understood that saying. Alexander didn’t care, so his friends treated me with disdain.

He did care for Isabella, so his friends held her in high regard.

Suddenly, a force hit me from behind, and I was knocked to the ground. My bag flew from my hands, and the person who had bumped into me grabbed it and ran.