Chapter 151

Vivienne's POV I didn't quite catch it, thinking it was just Alexander's drunken mumbling. I tried to pull my wrist free, but his grip only tightened. I attempted to pry his fingers off, but they wouldn’t budge. Then Alexander whispered again, "Vivienne, I love you." I froze, my movements stopping abruptly as I wondered if I'd imagined it. Turning toward him, I asked softly, "Alexander, what did you say?" "I love you, Vivienne. Don't leave me. I know I was wrong. I'll love you properly from now on. Just please, don't leave me..." Alexander, fully aware of his weakness, was too afraid to face the cold, mocking look in my eyes. Instead, he resorted to this desperate pleading. I lowered my gaze. Maybe Alexander had confused me with someone else in his sleep. Even if he hadn't, the reason he didn’t want a divorce wasn’t love—it was guilt. After all the pain I'd endured and the price I’d paid, I was determined never to get caught up in his