Chapter 69: Chapter sixty Nine:"my wife
Clearing my throat, I said calmly, "It’s late. Let’s go ho and rest."
??Alexander rubbed his forehead and stood up, swaying slightly.
??I quickly moved to support him. "Can you walk?"
??"I can," he replied hoarsely, brushing my hand aside as he staggered forward.
??I followed closely behind, glancing back to say, "Goodbye, and thank you for tonight, Raphael."
??Staying near Alexander, I watched his every step, afraid he might fall. The strong scent of alcohol clung to him—it was clear he had drunk a lot.
??Even in that state, he still managed to press the button for the -1 floor in the elevator.
??Third-person POV
??When they reached the garage, Alicia walked ahead before turning back. "The car is this way."
??Alexander’s intense gaze lingered on her as he followed slowly behind. Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching from the shadows—or the scandal that was about to unfold.
??Alicia opened the driver’s door, fastened her seatbelt, then glanced at Alexander in the back seat. "If you’re tired, you can sleep for a bit."
??"Mm," he murmured, leaning back and closing his eyes.
??She started the car and drove toward the villa.
??After parking, she looked at him through the rearview mirror, but he didn’t respond.
??Turning on the interior light, she checked again—he was still leaning against the seat, eyes closed, breathing steady.
??He had fallen asleep.
??She studied his face, his sharp features softened in sleep, his tightly shut eyes giving him an unfamiliar gentleness. The shadow cast by his brow only deepened his expression.
??She wondered what he was dreaming about as his brows furrowed slightly.
??Leaning back with a sigh, she felt helpless. There was no way she could carry him alone, so she had no choice but to wake him.
??She stepped out of the car, opened the back door, and gently tapped his shoulder. "Wake up, Alexander. We’re ho."
??He slowly opened his eyes.
??"We’re ho. Go get so rest," she said softly.
??He rubbed his eyes and nodded.
??They went upstairs together. Seeing that he was still sowhat aware, Alicia didn’t try to help further and headed straight for her room.
??But just as she was about to close the door, she noticed Alexander following behind.
??Squinting slightly, he walked past her, lay down on the bed, and imdiately fell into a deep sleep.
??Shaking her head helplessly, she stepped closer, removed his shoes and socks, and pulled the blanket over him.
??As she leaned in, the strong sll of alcohol hit her, and she wrinkled her nose, stepping back.
??She had no intention of sleeping in the sa room as him. She planned to move to a guest room instead.
??But suddenly, Alexander grabbed her wrist. His eyes remained closed as he muttered sothing under his breath.
??She struggled, but couldn’t free herself. Leaning closer, she tried to catch what he was saying.
??"Wife..."
??His voice was low—barely a whisper.
??Alicia froze.
??In the two years of their marriage, Alexander had never called her "wife." He had always addressed her by na.
??She was never the wife in his heart.
??The woman he truly regarded as his wife was Lilian Sumr.
??A wave of sadness washed over her. She had gone out in the dead of night to bring him ho, only to hear him call another woman in his sleep.
??She shouldn’t have cared.
??She should have left him there—let him drink himself senseless and drown in whatever pain had driven him out that night.
??With a sudden surge of anger, she yanked her wrist free, grabbed a blanket, and stord into a guest room.
??After Alicia left, Alexander continued to murmur softly—
??"Alicia... my wife..."
In the stillness of the night, two topics suddenly surged to the top of the trending list, sparking widespread discussion among netizens.
??Morning ca. Harsh sunlight filtered through the curtains, falling across Alexander’s face. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes before slowly opening them.
??A dull ache throbbed in his head. He shut his eyes again, massaging his forehead in an attempt to ease the pain. After a mont, he pushed himself upright.
??Only then did he realize—he wasn’t in the master bedroom.
??He was in Alicia’s room.
??The room was quiet, and Alicia was nowhere to be seen. The other side of the bed was neatly made, untouched, clearly showing that no one had slept there.
??A trace of last night’s helplessness resurfaced in his chest.
??Was she so disgusted by him that she wouldn’t even stay in the sa room?
??His expression darkened slightly.
??Without thinking further, he slipped on his shoes and left the room, heading to the master bedroom to freshen up.
??After changing, he went downstairs—but suddenly paused.
??His phone.
??He hadn’t seen it since last night.
??Frowning, he went back to Alicia’s room and searched again, but it was nowhere to be found.
??He tried to recall what had happened and guessed he might have left it either in the car or in the VIP room.
??Without wasting ti, he headed to the garage.
??As expected, there was a phone inside the car.
??But it wasn’t his.
??It was Alicia’s.
??Holding her phone, he walked back into the living room. Just then, the phone started ringing.
??He glanced at the screen.
??"Assistant."
??It seed Alicia was still asleep, so he answered the call.
??Imdiately, a frantic voice ca from the other end.
??"Director Vivienne, you finally picked up! Quick—check the trending topics!"
??Alexander raised an eyebrow. "What’s going on with the trending topics?"
??On the other end, the assistant froze for a second upon hearing his voice.
??"Uh... CEO Blackwood? Is that you?"
??The assistant hurriedly continued, voice tense, "You... you should take a look yourself. You and Director Alicia have been caught on cara."
??Alexander’s gaze darkened instantly. Without another word, he ended the call.
??anwhile, on the other end, the assistant was sweating profusely, staring at the phone in disbelief.
??Why was Director Alicia’s phone with the CEO this early in the morning?
??Could the rumors actually be true?
Alicia’s phone had once been locked with their wedding date as the password. Alexander wasn’t sure if she had changed it, but he tried it anyway.
??The phone unlocked instantly.
??The screen lit up with dozens of missed calls and notifications from various apps. Without hesitation, he cleared them all and opened Twitter, heading straight to the trending page.
??At the very top, one topic stood out like a glaring warning sign—
??**"Alexander Cheating."**
??His expression darkened.
??He tapped on it.
??The top post was from a well known page:
??"Just a few days ago, Alexander and Lilian couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Now, he’s spending the night with another beauty. What do you all think?"
??Attached were nine photos.
??The first four were taken at the concert in the grand theater. Shot from a side angle behind their seats, Alexander’s profile was clearly visible, while the person beside him was partially obscured.
??The fifth was a short video clip of them leaving the theater after the performance—Alexander carrying her belongings as they walked out together.
??The final four photos were taken in a mbers-only garage.
??At 3 a.m., the two of them could be seen getting into the sa car. Alexander was clearly drunk, his movents unsteady.
??There was no footage of them entering the sa house, nor anything explicitly inappropriate.
??But the images alone—leaving together late at night, his intoxicated state, the ambiguous intimacy—were enough to fuel speculation.
??And just like that, the situation exploded across the internet.
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