Chapter 155: The Trap
Alicia’s POV
Even though Alexander had never actually cheated on , the ambiguity of his relationship with Lilian was undeniable. To Ariana, and likely many others, that ambiguity was as good as infidelity.
I didn’t bother defending Alexander. Instead, I typed out a simple, honest response.
Alicia: Right now, my grandmother’s health isn’t great. She doesn’t want to see
and Alexander get divorced.
I paused for a mont, the weight of my words settling in. I grew up in a single-parent household, and it had always made
fear the idea of my child growing up in the sa environnt. But then, a quiet, almost frightening question crept into my mind:
Could I really provide a warm, stable family environnt for my child with the way things were between
and Alexander?
The thought lingered, hanging in the air between
and the screen.
Ariana’s reply ca swiftly.
Ariana: Well, I can’t really say much about your situation. Just make sure you’re clear with yourself about it.
A pause.
Ariana: So, what’s your plan? I saw the comnts on Twitter, and they’re all ripping you apart. If it were up to , you and CEO Blackwood are legally married anyway—just make your relationship public and let the truth smack Lilian in the face!
I stared at her words for a mont.
Alicia: We’re not going public for now. Let those people online say whatever they want.
Ariana laughed lightly through the screen.
Ariana: Is that what you really feel, or are you just saying it because of Alexander?
I hesitated, not knowing how to answer her.
Alicia: ...
Ariana’s tone shifted, becoming a little more direct.
Ariana: If you go public, it’ll be clear that Alexander cheated, won’t it? A guy with that many sches would never agree to go public—of course, the one who’ll suffer is you.
I didn’t even know what to say.
Her words were blunt, but there was truth in them.
The conversation shifted again.
Ariana: By the way, that picture you posted on your WhatsApp status the other day—was that man Alexander? He looks great. So, how is he? Good in bed? .
I stared at the screen for a mont, completely caught off guard.
Then I sent her a shocked emoji.
Alicia: Ariana, can you be a little more serious?
Ariana’s reply ca instantly, full of cheeky humor.
Ariana: I didn’t directly ask you how long he is, so I’m already being serious.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, despite myself. There was sothing strangely comforting about Ariana’s brashness. It was like she had this ability to force
to laugh when everything felt so heavy.
Alicia: ...
The chat continued that way until she went offline to handle sothing.
Not long after, Sophie ssaged .
Sighing, I picked up my phone again and repeated to her what I had just shared with Ariana. The routine felt almost chanical now, as if my life had beco a series of rehearsed conversations and responses to questions I couldn’t quite answer.
Once I sent the ssage, I set my phone down.
I covered my face with my hands and exhaled slowly, trying to gather my thoughts.
The weight of everything—the rumors, the judgnt, the strained relationship with Alexander—pressed in on .
I was supposed to have control over my life, over my decisions, but it felt like I was losing grip, like I was caught in a storm of other people’s expectations and opinions.
I suddenly received a ssage so I picked up my phone to check.
A client I hadn’t spoken to in a while suddenly reached out.
At first, it seed like casual conversation—but it didn’t take long before he began subtly probing about Alexander.
There was no way I could tell him the truth.
So I replied lightly,
"It’s nothing. The dia is just exaggerating things."
"Really?" He responded almost imdiately. "It doesn’t look like that."
I stared at the ssage, my fingers hovering over the screen, already losing the desire to reply.
But he didn’t stop.
"Alicia, you don’t have to explain. We all understand. There’s nothing shaful about doing things for money."
"There are plenty of people like that. No need to hide it."
My grip on the phone tightened.
Then another ssage ca through.
"By the way, we have a show this weekend. Don’t you have a product you’d like us to promote? If so, we can et tonight at the Silverbird Hotel."
A wave of disgust rose in my chest so suddenly it made
feel sick.
Without hesitation, I blocked the number.
I turned off my phone, leaned back in my chair, and stared blankly out the window.
A strange feeling settled in my chest.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
Ariana was right.
By choosing not to go public, I was the one bearing all the consequences.
When the scandal first broke, I had wondered what Alexander would do.
Would he handle it like before—stay silent and let the situation cool down on its own?
Or would he face it directly this ti?
Most likely, he thought it would pass.
Just like last ti.
As that thought lingered, my phone rang.
It was Ariana.
"Check the company’s official Twitter account," she said.
For a brief mont—just a fleeting second—I allowed myself a foolish hope.
Maybe...
Maybe Alexander had decided to make our relationship public.
But that thought disappeared just as quickly as it ca.
When I opened the page and saw the lawyer’s statent, I felt an odd sense of calm.
Not sadness.
Not relief.
Just... understanding.
Alexander was protecting Lilian.
I still rember when he said that he had promised to protect her career .
Her image could not be tarnished by rumors of being the third party in soone else’s marriage.
And as long as Lilian remained part of the picture, there would never be a way for Alexander and
to go public.
To openly acknowledge that we were husband and wife.
With both of their statuses, the dia would never leave us alone.But then will we continue living like this?will I have to continue living like this?.
Just imagine—decades of people observing our every move, invading our privacy
Years of scrutiny.
Endless headlines.
Every appearance dissected, every interaction twisted.
Reporters following us.
Strangers prying into our lives.
And our child...
Condemned before even being born.
Growing up under constant judgnt, unable to live freely.
The thought alone made it hard to breathe.
My hand instinctively flew to my abdon.
There was no future in this kind of marriage.
If my child had to grow up in an environnt like that...
I would rather raise them alone.
My phone lit up again.
A ssage from Ariana.
"Alicia, don’t take this the wrong way, but if you two don’t go public, you’ll carry this stigma forever. If he truly cares about you, he wouldn’t let you go through this humiliation. Honestly, I think you should just get a divorce."
I stared at the ssage for a long ti.
Alexander’s POV
"The police contacted us regarding the information we provided earlier," Jane said, standing beside my desk.
"Any progress?" I asked, my tone calm.
"They tracked the location listed in the file. There were signs soone had been staying there... but the suspect is no longer on site."
My expression darkened.
"What do you an he’s no longer there?" I asked, my voice sharpening. "How did they let him escape?"
Jane lowered her gaze slightly under the pressure. "It seems he caught wind of the investigation and fled before they arrived. However, they did recover so clues and are continuing to track him."
I tapped my fingers slowly against the armrest.
If he managed to evade the police, then my suspicion was correct.
This wasn’t a simple case.
It ran deeper than it appeared.
And if I wasn’t careful... I might never uncover the truth.
"Cooperate fully with the police," I said finally. "If they need anything from us to apprehend him, give it to them imdiately."
"Yes, sir."
I looked at her again. "What about what I asked you to check?"
Jane understood instantly.
"We had the technical departnt examine Director Jason’s computer," she said, hesitating slightly before continuing. "They confird he has been in contact with Echelon Industries."
My jaw tightened.
So it was exactly as I expected.
I had deliberately made it seem like the culprit behind the data leak had already been caught—just to draw out the real mastermind.
And it worked.
Jason had taken the bait.
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