My CEO HUSBAND:sign the divorce Chapter 4 - four: CEO Blackwood’s sister

‎"Director Alicia is beautiful and capable. Anyone would feel envious."

‎"She really is the boss’s sister."

‎"What? Director Alicia is CEO Blackwood’s sister?"

‎"Not his real sister. Chairman Blackwood took her in—otherwise, how would she have entered Blackwood Dominion Enterprises?"

‎"Who said that?"

‎"Soone from CCPR."

‎"Still, Director Alicia is a good person."

‎Their words struck deeper than I expected.

‎Sadness settled quietly in my chest.

‎We had been married for two years, yet Alexander had been so careful that even the employees knew nothing. And now—Lilian.

‎He had brought her here openly.

‎The contrast was almost cruel.

‎I walked into the underground parking lot, fastened my seatbelt, and looked up.

‎My breath stopped.

‎Alexander stood a few ters away, wearing the white suit I had chosen for him that morning. Under the dim lights, his tall fra looked impossibly composed. Beside him was a woman in a mask and baseball cap, her arm looped through his with practiced intimacy.

‎She leaned close, whispering sothing. Alexander turned slightly toward her, listening—patient, gentle. A softness crossed his face that I had never once seen directed at .

‎She shook his arm playfully.

‎He smiled and nodded. "Okay."

‎Lilian Sumr.

‎His first love. Back after three years.

‎The red tie around his neck burned into my eyes.

‎I had picked it to celebrate my pregnancy.

‎Now, he was wearing it for her.

‎The realization struck harder than any slap. Two years of marriage, and he had never looked at like that. I used to tell myself this was simply how he was—cold, distant, incapable of tenderness. I had repeated that lie so many tis I almost believed it.

‎But I was wrong.

‎He could be gentle.

‎Just not with .

‎They walked past my car. He didn’t notice . of course he didn’t.

‎"Mrs. Blackwood, you’re back. What would you like for dinner...?"

‎Maria fell silent when she saw my face. I walked straight into the bedroom. She didn’t follow.

‎I leaned against the door, my strength finally gone. The tears I had held back all day spilled over. My chest hurt so badly it felt impossible to breathe.

‎I had grown up with a single parent. I knew what it did to a child. I didn’t want that life for my baby, especially not the divorced type.I wanted my child to be happy.

‎But no one had ever taught how.

‎A soft knock ca later. "Mrs. Blackwood, dinner is ready."

‎"Mm."

‎I washed my face and stepped out, then rembered Alexander’s ssage.

‎A gift from his business trip.

‎I opened his suitcase.

‎Inside was a signed album from my favorite international singer.

‎No diamonds. No luxury watch. Just this, but it ant alot more than anything else to .

‎I pressed it to my chest.

‎In the empty wasteland of my heart, sothing stirred—small, fragile, but alive. At least he still rembered what I liked. At least, sowhere in his mind, I still existed.

‎Maybe... I wasn’t completely abandoned after all.

I woke up the next morning in a daze.

‎The bed beside was empty.

‎I sat there for a long ti, staring at the sheets, my thoughts in chaos. He must have stayed with Liliana last night. I should have expected it. So why did it feel as though soone had torn my heart out, leaving behind a raw, bleeding wound?

‎The bedroom door clicked open.

‎Alexander walked in.

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