Chapter 147: "won’t you divorce her?"
Alexander was in New York on a business trip, while I was there mostly to explore.
During the day, when he went to the branch office, I wandered around the city on my own. Occasionally, when he finished early, he would join
for shopping and dinner outside.
They say intimacy can strengthen a relationship.
That saying isn’t without a reason.
Since that night, our relationship had grown much closer. Almost every night for the past few days, we had been in each others arms. It got to a point that I started getting worried about the child in my womb.
It was as if sothing between us had finally broken open—a barrier that had stood there for too long.
Everything felt peaceful.
Too peaceful.
So peaceful that I couldn’t help wondering whether it would remain the sa once we returned to Velaridge City.
A few days later, we began preparing to head back.
Alexander asked our other four companions to return first, while he and I made a stop in Washington to visit his aunt, who had settled there.
Grandfather and Grandmother had three children.
The eldest was Alexander’s father, who passed away when Alexander was still young.
The second was Uncle Steve, a shareholder in Blackwood Dominion Enterprises. Though he rarely involved himself in company affairs, preferring to focus on his own businesses.
The youngest was Alexander’s aunt, Angela Blackwood, who lived in Washington.
As the only daughter and the youngest child, she had been doted on all her life. Even now, in her forties, traces of that spoiled temperant still remained.
She had never married.
Grandfather and Grandmother had once worried endlessly about her future and tried introducing her to countless n, but Aunt Angela rejected every one of them. Eventually, they gave up and allowed her to live as she pleased.
Recently, she had adopted a child.
I had lived with the Blackwoods for six years, yet in all that ti, I had only seen Angela a handful of tis.
From the beginning, I knew she disliked .
The first ti she visited the family ho and saw , she treated
as if I were invisible.
Later, after I married Alexander, her hostility beca even more obvious.
She looked at
with the kind of disdain people reserved for enemies.
Once, she even pulled
aside privately.
What she said was nothing but a demand for
to step aside and leave Alexander, insisting I wasn’t worthy of him because of my background... and because of my father.
Angela had never truly gotten along with Grandmother. And when my father first beca close to Grandfather and Grandmother, Angela grew resentful.
She believed he had only approached the Blackwood family for their wealth.
Even after his death, that resentnt remained.
Sohow, it had passed down to .
At the ti, I had been overjoyed to marry Alexander, full of hope for the future.
How could I have been swayed by Angela’s provocations?
In the end, Angela and I had parted on bad terms.
I was sure she had gone to complain to Alexander afterward.
I never knew what he said to her, but after that, she never ca back.
So when Alexander suggested we visit her now, I felt a little nervous.
But he simply held my hand and said he would stay by my side.
For so reason... that reassurance cald
more than I expected.
Third person POV
Angela had always been particularly fond of Alexander.
So when she learned he was coming to visit, she was delighted. She even sent a driver to pick them up from the airport herself.
Throughout the ride, Alicia sat quietly, her mind running through countless possibilities of how Angela would react upon seeing her arrive at the villa.
Although Angela lived abroad, like the other Blackwood siblings she still held shares in the company and owned several businesses in Washington.
The mont they stepped inside, Angela’s face lit up.
"Alexander!"
She moved forward warmly at the sight of his tall figure.
But the instant her eyes landed on Alicia standing beside him, a flicker of displeasure crossed her face.
It lasted only a second.
But Alicia saw it clearly.
Still, Alicia offered a polite smile.
"Auntie."
Angela rely glanced at her before turning back to Alexander.
"Co in."
Alexander cast Alicia a brief look, then took her hand and led her inside.
The villa was elegant without being ostentatious—luxurious in the quiet way old money often was. Warm lighting, tasteful décor, and soft neutral tones made the place feel refined yet lived in.
Angela led them into the living room.
Alexander, still holding Alicia’s hand, guided her to the sofa before sitting beside her.
Soon, a staff mber arrived with coffee, and Angela poured three cups herself.
"Alexander, I’m so glad you ca to see ."
"Auntie, it’s really been a while," Alexander replied, his gaze drifting around the room. "Is Bella at school?"
Bella Blackwood was Angela’s adopted daughter.
Alicia had heard of her, though they had never t.
Alexander, however, knew the little girl well.
Whenever he ca to Washington for business, he always made ti to visit. If Angela had sowhere to be, Bella was often left in Alexander’s care alongside the household staff.
Over ti, the two had grown close.
He found the clever child unexpectedly endearing.
"Mm." Angela nodded. "She’ll be back soon. She’s been asking about you."
Alicia sat quietly beside him, feeling slightly out of place as Alexander and Angela continued talking.
Angela asked after Roseline’s health, ntioning she had not visited in so ti, then moved on to asking how Alexander had been lately.
Just then, Alexander’s phone rang.
He stood and stepped toward the entrance of the living room to answer it.
The room imdiately fell silent.
Only Angela and Alicia remained.
The warmth that had existed monts ago disappeared entirely.
Angela sat across from her, eyes sharp and cold, glancing at Alicia with barely concealed hostility whenever she could.
Alicia lowered her gaze and remained silent.
Yet despite herself—
a chill slowly ran down her spine.
Alexander’s POV
Angela stood up and walked toward the entrance, clearly waiting for
to finish my phone call.
"Aunt."
I slipped my phone back into my pocket. "What happened?"
She glanced toward Alicia in the living room before lowering her voice.
"I wanted to ask what your plans are."
It was obvious what she ant.
Our marriage.
I lifted my gaze and t Alicia’s eyes from across the room.
"Nothing in particular."
Angela’s expression shifted in surprise.
"Isn’t Lilian Sumr back?"
"She is," I replied evenly.
"Then you’re not divorcing Alicia?"
"Aunt, I have my own plans for that."
Her face hardened.
"I just don’t want you to suffer. You’re the heir to the Blackwood family. That low-class girl doesn’t deserve you. How could you publicly acknowledge a wife like that? Your grandmother was ridiculous—bringing all kinds of people into the family and even arranging this marriage. It’s absurd."
My jaw tightened instinctively.
The hand holding my phone clenched slightly.
But I kept my voice calm.
I knew Angela well.
The more emotional I beca, the more unreasonable she would grow.
"Aunt, I don’t feel wronged. Please don’t bring this up again."
She frowned, still dissatisfied.
"But didn’t you once say you would definitely divorce her?"
"Aunt."
My tone sharpened.
I cast a quick glance toward Alicia, hoping she hadn’t heard.
Angela finally noticed my warning look.
"Hmph. You’re grown now. You have your own mind."
With that, she turned and walked back inside.
I remained where I was for a mont.
It had been two years, yet she still rembered that conversation.
Back when Alicia and I first married, Angela had asked about my intentions.
I told her I would divorce Alicia soon.
At the ti, I had still been trapped with the guilt of what happened to Lilian and then the aftermath of her leaving.
Or at least, that was what I thought.
Now I understood sothing I hadn’t back then.
I don’t want to separate from Alicia.
I walked back into the living room and sat beside her.
"You know how Aunt Angela is," I said quietly, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze. "She’s always been like this. Don’t mind her."
It’s been really hard before I was able to bring Alicia closer to
again.
I couldn’t allow old mistakes—or careless words from the past—to drive her away now.
Alicia smiled faintly.
"I know."
Her tone was gentle.
But the smile never reached her eyes.
And I knew my aunt’s coldness had already affected her.
My only hope now... was that she didn’t hear our earlier discussion, and that nothing would ruin the peace we had finally found after so long.
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