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 

Cole Blackwood's POV

 If it had been any other woman with Alexander today, I wouldn’t have been concerned. But it was Vivienne.

 Vivienne's background was ordinary—nothing like the heiresses of other wealthy families—but she had earned Chairman Hawthorne’s affection. And Alexander, raised by Chairman Hawthorne, held a deep respect and love for his grandfather.

 If Chairman Hawthorne had pushed for their union, Alexander, the dutiful grandson, might not have refused.

 This meant Vivienne was now the greatest threat to Isabella.

 Just then, Cole’s assistant approached. &quot;CEO Cole, should we follow them?&quot;

 Cole shook his head. &quot;No need. Since CEO Hawthorne isn’t here on business, it’s a personal matter. We shouldn’t interfere.&quot;

 Follow Alexander? I'd have to be crazy to do that.

 &quot;Okay, sir.&quot;

 When Cole returned home, the servant handed him a glass of w

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 didn’t matter compared to the three years I’d spent married to Vivienne. People always celebrate the

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