My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 86

I could tell from Alexander’s words that the “she” he was referring to was most likely Isabella.

He turned around and saw me coming down the stairs, holding a change of clothes. “Just leave it in the room and give it to Gabriella,” he said.

“Just a quick errand,” I replied, dropping the dirty laundry off in the laundry room on the first floor.

Gabriella had bought ingredients for spaghetti.

“I’ll handle it,” Alexander said, taking the items from her.

Gabriella quickly figured out that Alexander was probably cooking to impress me. Not wanting to compete, she stepped aside, giving him the kitchen to work his magic.

After a brief trip to the kitchen, Alexander returned, suddenly wearing an apron.

I couldn’t help but glance over a few extra times as I sat on the couch.

After coming back inside, he had only removed his coat, revealing a gray shirt underneath. The collar was casually unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up, showcasing his muscular forearms. He was still wearing his suit pants, but the contrast of his elite appearance with the apron was striking.

Alexander caught my gaze and smiled. “What are you looking at?”

I quickly turned my head, my face flushing slightly. “Nothing.”

He turned back toward the kitchen.

A moment later, Alexander came out, carrying two plates of pasta, accompanied by a vegetable salad, penne, and shrimp—everything looked exquisite.

I sat down at the dining table, facing him.

“How’s it taste?” Alexander asked as he removed the apron and set it aside.

I glanced at him briefly before picking up a shrimp, popping it into my mouth. It was tender, juicy, almost melting.

Alexander sat down across from me. “It’s been a while since I last cooked. I’m a little rusty.”

“Don’t you cook for Isabella often?” I raised an eyebrow, my tone casual but probing.

“Not often. Just that one time.”

“Oh.” I lowered my head and continued eating.

Alexander watched my expression and asked, “What? You don’t believe me?”

“Believe it or not, it doesn’t matter. I don’t have a camera set up at Isabella’s place.”

He didn’t press further on that topic but instead asked, “How about I cook for you once a week from now on?”

With his work schedule, it was obvious he couldn’t cook every day.

“Work comes first,” I said, glancing at him, my expression unreadable.

Alexander didn’t say anything, but inside, he was already formulating a plan.

...

After dinner, Gabriella went to clean up the kitchen.

“How about a walk to help with digestion?” Alexander suggested.

“Sure,” I nodded in agreement.

We walked side by side out of the small courtyard and down the stone path through the neighborhood, talking about random things.

Alexander took my hand. “I’m going to New York during the New Year holiday, leaving on the 30th. Want to come with me?” 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

For Alexander, business trips were frequent.

So, when he used to go meet Isabella every July, I never questioned it.

Now, though, I had no other plans, and a trip to New York would just be for sightseeing, maybe touching base with clients.

“I still have some work to finish, so I might not have the time.”

Even top executives have work to do during the holidays.

“Let your subordinates handle it.”

I didn’t feel comfortable with that.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate. My responsibilities are mine alone. I can’t just leave everything to the employees.”

I had once felt upset over Alexander’s favoritism toward Isabella in the past.

Now, with him showing favoritism toward me, I refused.

Only then did I realize that it wasn’t the favoritism I minded, but the way Alexander treated us differently.

“Once in a while, it’s fine,” he said, a little resigned.

Well, when the boss gives the order...

“Okay,” I agreed.

During our walk, Alexander took two calls.

One was from a business partner, and the other was from Victor Sinclair.

“So, Isabella’s birthday party today. You didn’t go. What did she say?” Victor asked with a laugh on the other end of the line.

Alexander frowned slightly, glancing at me. He found Victor’s timing to be particularly poor.

“Call her yourself and ask.”

Vivienne walked ahead without glancing sideways.

I wondered if she could hear the conversation through the phone.

“Well, what a missed opportunity. You didn’t stay with her? I heard today’s party was something special—quite a big spend. Does Vivienne know? If she does, she’ll definitely throw a fit.”

Alexander didn’t answer but instead asked, “Is there anything else?”

After a brief silence, Victor Sinclair asked, “Alexander, do you plan to continue like this?”

By “like this,” he meant maintaining a marriage with Vivienne while also keeping a romantic relationship with Isabella.

Not hearing a response from Alexander, Victor Sinclair continued, “I used to think you might end up alone, but after meeting Isabella, I saw another side of you. She’s a good girl—gentle and considerate. Back then, didn’t your classmates envy you for having such a girlfriend? I witnessed your journey from meeting, to falling in love, and then to parting ways. I don’t know why you two broke up, but fate is rare. If you’ve met again, you should cherish it.”

The implication was clear: he wanted Alexander to divorce Vivienne.

If Alexander had reunited with Isabella, it meant there were real feelings between them. So, why not divorce Vivienne and marry Isabella? Vivienne wasn’t from a prominent family, and there were no complicated interests at play.

Although Isabella had used him as a pawn that day, Victor Sinclair could understand—now that Alexander was someone else’s husband, Isabella was bound to feel insecure.

He watched as Alexander and Isabella walked toward him, and naturally, he hoped the two of them could get back together.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up,” Alexander said.

Seeing that Alexander didn’t want to discuss it further, Victor Sinclair quickly changed the subject.

Previously, Alexander had asked Victor to apologize to Vivienne, so Victor called to ask when they would be available to meet at the club.

“...I’ll make sure to apologize to Vivienne,” Victor Sinclair said.

“I’ll check with her.”

He turned to me, gently tugging at my hand, and added, “Victor was harsh that night, and he wants to apologize.”

That night had been an incredibly unpleasant experience for me.

I’d woken up in the middle of the night, my mind filled with memories of that evening.

Seeing me remain silent, Alexander furrowed his brow, as if he was about to reject Victor Sinclair’s request.

I stopped him, holding his hand. “Tomorrow night, okay?”

“Don’t force yourself,” Alexander said, pausing and looking at me.

“It’s not forcing myself,” I replied.

It was simply a rational decision.

The years of friendship between Alexander and Victor Sinclair wouldn’t be ruined over this.

I knew my place very well—without Alexander, Victor Sinclair would never have volunteered to apologize.

I was Alexander’s wife, and if there was any conflict between Victor and me, it would be Alexander who would be caught in the middle.

This was an opportunity for reconciliation, a way to save face for both sides.

Alexander rubbed my palm gently, then spoke to Victor on the phone. “Tomorrow night, the usual place.”

“Alright.”

“Don’t forget to invite Jasper and the others.”

At those words, I raised an eyebrow.

Victor Sinclair was apologizing to me, but Alexander wanted to invite other friends along?

Was he planning to reveal my identity in front of his friends?

Victor Sinclair paused, clearly surprised. “Invite Jasper and the others? This...”

He could tell what Alexander was implying—he wanted to publicly acknowledge Vivienne’s role.

In other words, Alexander had no intention of divorcing Vivienne.

So what about Isabella? Would she remain a mistress for the rest of her life?