&quot;Isabella, I promised you I would be with you. Don’t worry, I won’t go back on my word.&quot;

 &quot;But you’re already married. You’re no longer mine. What do you take me for? If I had known you were already married, I would have never contacted you, never gotten involved with you. How am I supposed to face Vivienne?&quot; Isabella sobbed uncontrollably.

 &quot;It’s my fault, not yours. I’ve already decided to file for divorce with her. I’ll be picking up the Divorce Decree soon.&quot;

 &quot;Isabella, will you trust me one more time? I swear I won’t break my promise.&quot;

 &quot;Really?&quot; Isabella asked, her voice trembling.

 &quot;Really.&quot; I nodded, assuring her.

 Without warning, Isabella threw herself into my arms, crying silently. &quot;Alexander, I can’t bear to leave you. I really can’t bear it. If leaving you is the only choice, then I might as well die.&quo

At 6 PM, after finishing work, I headed straight to the underground parking lot to wait for Alexander. It wasn’t long before he arrived.

 James escorted us to a private styling studio.

 Once the makeup and styling were done, I went to change and then stepped out, holding the edge of my dress.

 Alexander had already finished his styling and was sitting on the sofa, waiting for me. When he heard my approach, he looked up, momentarily stunned.

 I had my eyes slightly narrowed, lips painted with a shade matching my eyeshadow, giving off a seductive yet lively look.

 My hair wasn’t styled elaborately—just casually down, with the ends curled slightly to frame my face.

 I wore a light blue off-shoulder gown, exposing both shoulders and making my skin appear porcelain white.

 I walked up to him and twirled around. “How’s this look?”

 Snapping back to reality, Alexander nodded, his gaze f

I pointed toward the bathroom inside the room. &quot;I’m done, you can go ahead and wash up.&quot;

 Alexander picked up his pajamas and entered the bathroom.

 In the separated wet-and-dry bathroom, the scent of shower gel lingered in the air.

 It was the scent that belonged to Vivienne.

 The fragrance wafted up to Alexander’s nose, his nerves reacting, sending the scent straight to his brain.

 The heat inside him became increasingly unbearable. Closing his eyes, his mind was flooded with memories of the intimate moments he’d shared with Vivienne.

 I sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone briefly before preparing to sleep when I suddenly realized that Alexander had been in the bathroom for a while but there was no sound of running water.

 Suspicious, I lifted the covers, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom door. Faintly, I could hear the sound of heavy breathing from ins

&quot;Isabella, I promised you I would be with you. Don’t worry, I won’t go back on my word.&quot;

 &quot;But you’re already married. You’re no longer mine. What do you take me for? If I had known you were already married, I would have never contacted you, never gotten involved with you. How am I supposed to face Vivienne?&quot; Isabella sobbed uncontrollably.

 &quot;It’s my fault, not yours. I’ve already decided to file for divorce with her. I’ll be picking up the Divorce Decree soon.&quot;

 &quot;Isabella, will you trust me one more time? I swear I won’t break my promise.&quot;

 &quot;Really?&quot; Isabella asked, her voice trembling.

 &quot;Really.&quot; I nodded, assuring her.

 Without warning, Isabella threw herself into my arms, crying silently. &quot;Alexander, I can’t bear to leave you. I really can’t bear it. If leaving you is the only choice, then I might as well die.&quot;

 I held her close, gently patting her back to comfort her.

 &quot;CEO Hawthorne, I need to remi

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