Chapter 68: Chapter sixty Eight:let
make it up to you.
Alicia’s POV
I had just finished showering and stepped out of the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door.
I opened it, still drying my damp hair, and found Alexander standing there.
"Sothing?" I asked quietly.
"Divorce Settlent Agreent. I’d like to discuss it with you again. Please co to the study."
"Okay."
I set the towel aside and followed him out, closing the door softly behind . We walked to the study in silence.
Alexander pulled up the original electronic version of the Divorce Settlent Agreent, added a few new clauses, then stepped aside. "Take a look at the new additions."
Leaning over the desk, I rested my hand against it and carefully read the highlighted sections.
The first added clause stated that even after the divorce decree was finalized, we would continue living in the sa villa. I would help him conceal the truth from our family, and when necessary, we would still pretend to be a married couple—especially during visits to Nana—until she eventually found out.
The second clause stated that neither of us was allowed to discuss our marriage or divorce with outsiders.
The third clause prohibited either of us from bringing soone of the opposite sex to stay overnight at the estate.
There was also a revision to the property division. Originally, I was to receive ten percent of the company shares, two villas, a penthouse, and thirty million dollars. Now, it had been increased to fifty million dollars, along with the sa properties and shares.
After reviewing everything, I looked up. "I have an issue with the first clause. It says we have to live together until our family finds out about the divorce. But what if they never do? Does that an we’ll live like this indefinitely? And if you can’t publicly be with Lilian, then what’s the point of getting divorced at all?"
"We can add a ti limit," Alexander suggested.
I thought for a mont. "Two months. Within two months after the divorce, Nana must know. After that, we go our separate ways."
If it dragged on any longer, my pregnancy would beco obvious, and the truth would co out anyway.
A shadow flickered across his face. "Alright."
I then pointed at the property section. "The original terms are fine. There’s no need to increase anything."
"I made a promise to you, and I broke it," he said firmly. "Let
make up for it this way."
I didn’t argue further. I just wanted to finalize everything as soon as possible.
After confirming the details, Alexander printed two copies of the agreent.
We each signed one.
"Done," I said flatly, writing my na without hesitation. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to my room. Don’t forget to pick up the divorce decree tomorrow."
"Mm," he replied quietly.
I took my copy and returned to my room. The mont I closed the door, I leaned against it, a wave of weakness washing over . Slowly, I sank to the floor.
My fingers trembled as I pressed them against my chest, the ache almost suffocating.
I had loved him for six years. How could I possibly stop so easily? Even after everything.
It was real now.
The divorce was final. We were truly going our separate ways.
Two years of marriage—not long, yet not short—but always lacking sothing.
Perhaps it was better to end things now, while there were still a few good mories left... rather than dragging it out until all that remained was bitterness and regret.
Sleep wouldn’t co.
I tossed and turned, my mind replaying every mont from the past two years.
His tenderness, his intelligence, his thoughtfulness, his rare monts of romance, his passion... even his indifference. Every detail felt vivid, as though it had only happened yesterday.
I still rembered our first night after the wedding.
The ceremony itself had been simple—just a quiet al with a few mbers of the Blackwood family before we went to register our marriage.
And just like that, I beca Alexander’s wife.
No one knew how happy I had been in that mont.
I had married the man I loved—the one I had loved for so many years.
He was brilliant, always far beyond my reach, soone I could only admire from afar.
At first, we were like strangers living under the sa roof.
Then one day, I ca ho from work earlier than usual. I had dinner alone and went to bed.
Soti later, in my half-asleep state, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, pulling
close beneath him.
I had been nervous—it was my first ti—but he was gentle, patient.
That night remained in my mory only in fragnts—soft, vivid, and filled with quiet intensity.
After that night, things gradually began to change. We spoke more often, and although he still kept a certain distance, I found myself content with what little I had.
Even then, I remained cautious, always afraid that one day he might grow tired of .
But Alexander was patient—more than I had expected. In his own way, he guided , showing
how to exist in his world, how to be with him. Slowly, we grew closer, and our life together beca... softer, sweeter.
To , those days were filled with quiet happiness.
Looking back now, I realize that perhaps, in his own subtle way, he had expressed sothing—feelings I was too blinded by love to truly understand.
After our marriage, he started taking
to the hospital regularly for contraceptive implants.
At the ti, I didn’t think much of it.
A year into our marriage, I believed everything had finally fallen into place.
One night, after we had been intimate, I lay in his arms and softly said, "Alexander, let’s have a child."
His body stiffened almost instantly.
"It’s not the right ti," he said, his tone turning distant.
I didn’t understand. "Then when will it be the right ti?"
"We’ll talk about it later. Be good," he replied, gently patting my head before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
Back then, I didn’t question it.
But now... I understand.
He had never intended to have a child with .
The only woman he ever envisioned a future like that with... was Lilian Sumr.
If I had looked closely into his eyes that night, I would have seen it clearly—the coldness, the absence of warmth, the truth I refused to face.
Two years passed just like that—quiet, distant, like a silent film with only one audience.
.
No matter how hard I tried, I could never reach his heart.
Because the truth was... his heart had never once belonged to .
In the end, all I could do was smile...
...and let him go.
The past slowly faded away, dissolving like a dream I could no longer hold onto.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
??I jolted awake, only then realizing I had fallen asleep without noticing.
??I glanced at the glowing screen—it was just after 3 AM.
??Raphael was calling.
??Still groggy, I answered, "Hello, Raphael?"
??"It’s . You need to co pick up Alexander."
??"Alexander? Isn’t he at ho?"
??"He ran out at 1 AM to drink with ," Raphael said irritably. "Who knows what’s going on with him?"
??I hesitated. "Can’t you just bring him here?"
??"He won’t leave. I’ve tried, but he insists on staying and drinking."
??I looked out the window. The night was pitch black, and whatever emotions lingered from my dream seed to vanish into the darkness.
??This troublemaker.
??What’s the point of going out in the middle of the night to drink? Can’t he just drink at ho?
??With no other choice, I got dressed, grabbed my keys, and drove to the address Raphael had given . The route was familiar, and soon I arrived at the private room and pushed the door open.
??Inside, Raphael and Alexander were on the couch.
??Raphael lounged against the backrest, a cigarette between his fingers. Alexander leaned back with his eyes closed, a half-empty glass of wine in his hand, his expression calm.
??At the sound of the door, Alexander slowly opened his eyes—only to shut them again.
??Several empty bottles were scattered across the floor.
??Frowning, I quietly asked, "Did he drink all of these?"
??Raphael nodded seriously. "Yeah. All of them."
??I looked at Alexander and called softly, "Alexander."
??Walking over, I gently took the glass from his hand and placed it on the table.
??He opened his eyes and looked straight at , his gaze deep and unwavering. A shiver ran through —I couldn’t tell if he was drunk or sober.
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