I looked at Alexander and asked, &quot;What do you want to eat?&quot;

 He gave me a faint smile and replied, &quot;What do you want to eat?&quot;

 &quot;What can you cook?&quot; I asked softly.

 &quot;I can make anything,&quot; he said casually.

 I thought for a moment and then said, &quot;Then I’ll have the cream of cheese soup, with some corn, some ham, and a bit of chocolate.&quot;

 &quot;Okay, I’ll go get the ingredients,&quot; Alexander said, pulling out his phone and placing it on the table. &quot;I’ll leave my phone here. Maggie will call soon, so please tell her the room number.&quot;

 &quot;Mm,&quot; I nodded.

 As I watched him leave, a sudden wave of uncertainty washed over me. Would he agree to my request because he cared about me, even just a little? The thought barely crossed my mind before I quickly pushed it away. Vivienne, stop being so narcissistic. He doesn’t lik

On Monday morning, I woke up early, washed up, and changed out of my hospital gown. After breakfast, I sat in my room, waiting for Alexander to arrive.

 I waited there all morning.

 Finally, in the afternoon, Alexander came to the hospital.

 &quot;Sorry, something came up this morning,&quot; he said.

 I smiled and shook my head, standing up to walk toward the door. &quot;It's fine. It's not too late.&quot;

 Seeing how eager I was, Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly, as if dissatisfied. &quot;Are you happy about our divorce?&quot;

 My heart ached sharply, but I kept my smile in place. &quot;Yes, I’m happy. Finally, I’ll be free.&quot;

 Free.

 The word left my lips, and it felt like it wasn’t just about him or our marriage. I’d never expressed my inner pain so calmly before.

 Alexander’s expression darkened. &quot;Congratulations,&quot; he said, his tone faint.

 &quot;Let’s go,&q

I carefully explained everything that had happened.

 It matched the footage from the security cameras.

 The male officer was taking notes as I spoke. &quot;So, based on your assessment, the two cars were deliberately targeting you. Are you sure you don’t recognize the driver of the black car?&quot;

 &quot;Absolutely sure,&quot; I replied.

 &quot;What about the driver of the white car? Did you get a good look at his face?&quot;

 &quot;No. He was far behind me. I saw him twice in the rearview mirror when I changed lanes, but he was too far away for me to make out any details.&quot;

 &quot;I understand,&quot; the officer said, trying to reassure me. &quot;Don’t worry. We’re already working on identifying the suspect. It shouldn’t take long to track them down.&quot;

 With cameras everywhere, there’s no way they can hide.

 &quot;Thank you,&quot; I said.

 &quot;You can contact your fa

I looked at Alexander and asked, &quot;What do you want to eat?&quot;

 He gave me a faint smile and replied, &quot;What do you want to eat?&quot;

 &quot;What can you cook?&quot; I asked softly.

 &quot;I can make anything,&quot; he said casually.

 I thought for a moment and then said, &quot;Then I’ll have the cream of cheese soup, with some corn, some ham, and a bit of chocolate.&quot;

 &quot;Okay, I’ll go get the ingredients,&quot; Alexander said, pulling out his phone and placing it on the table. &quot;I’ll leave my phone here. Maggie will call soon, so please tell her the room number.&quot;

 &quot;Mm,&quot; I nodded.

 As I watched him leave, a sudden wave of uncertainty washed over me. Would he agree to my request because he cared about me, even just a little? The thought barely crossed my mind before I quickly pushed it away. Vivienne, stop being so narcissistic. He doesn’t like you. We’re still getting divorced tomorrow.

 Then, a pang of fear hit me. I was scared that if I 

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