In the past, I had gotten so used to calling him &quot;Second Brother&quot; in front of his friends that I couldn't immediately break the habit.

 Hearing Alexander ask me that, I smiled and said, “Then what should I call you?”

 “What do you think?” he replied.

 “Alexander.”

 He smiled faintly, not saying anything more.

 For a brief moment, he secretly hoped Vivienne would call him “dear,” but he knew that wouldn’t happen. We had never used such intimate terms. That word felt completely foreign to us.

 Watching the exchange between them, Victor Sinclair’s expression grew more complicated by the second.

 Maximus, though not knowing all the details, could at least guess what had probably happened. He stepped forward to smooth things over. “What kept you so late today? Did Xavier and the others hold you up?”

 “No,” Alexander answered. “Vivienne and I went to pick out our wedding ring

Alexander's POV

 I looked at Victor and said, &quot;I'm sure about my decision.&quot;

 Victor pursed his lips and asked, &quot;Do you love her?&quot;

 I could tell he was referring to Vivienne.

 My gaze faltered. &quot;I don't know if it's love, but I do know I don’t want to divorce her. Just the thought of her leaving... it feels like there's a hole inside me.&quot;

 &quot;Maybe you're just used to the marriage. Once you're single again, you'll get over it,&quot; Victor suggested.

 I stared out the window in silence, not taking his words to heart.

 Victor sighed, though I couldn’t tell if it was out of surprise or pity for Isabella.

 &quot;Has Isabella agreed to break up with you?&quot;

 I furrowed my brow and replied quietly, &quot;She doesn’t have a choice.&quot;

 Victor looked at me, as if judging me to be cold-hearted. After so many years with Isabella, it seemed our bond 

The sky had grown dim, and the shops lining the road as well as the tall buildings were lit up, casting a warm glow across the city.

 I understood Alexander’s intentions, and I knew he genuinely wanted to make up for his past actions.

 But whether his kindness towards me stemmed from love or guilt, I couldn’t quite tell.

 And Isabella’s presence felt like a ticking time bomb to me.

 I knew that as long as she was around, Alexander and I would never return to what we once had.

 ...

 We went for a meal before heading to the club.

 The car drove into the underground parking garage of the club.

 We got out one after the other and made our way to the private room we often visited.

 The room was dimly lit, and our friends were chatting among themselves.

 Alexander pushed the door open.

 All eyes turned to us.

 Jasper laughed, &quot;Alexander, that’s not fair. None of us brought a d

In the past, I had gotten so used to calling him &quot;Second Brother&quot; in front of his friends that I couldn't immediately break the habit.

 Hearing Alexander ask me that, I smiled and said, “Then what should I call you?”

 “What do you think?” he replied.

 “Alexander.”

 He smiled faintly, not saying anything more.

 For a brief moment, he secretly hoped Vivienne would call him “dear,” but he knew that wouldn’t happen. We had never used such intimate terms. That word felt completely foreign to us.

 Watching the exchange between them, Victor Sinclair’s expression grew more complicated by the second.

 Maximus, though not knowing all the details, could at least guess what had probably happened. He stepped forward to smooth things over. “What kept you so late today? Did Xavier and the others hold you up?”

 “No,” Alexander answered. “Vivienne and I went to pick out our wedding rings. Got a bit delayed.”

 “It’s about time you got one. It’s been so long, and no rings yet? That’s n

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