Vivienne's POV

 &quot;Don’t overthink it. After all, you got hurt trying to save me. I’m just... uneasy,&quot; I said, lowering my eyes.

 I had shifted my focus, replacing concern with unease. It’s like when a stranger gets hurt while trying to save me—I’d feel grateful and worried, but it wouldn’t be the same as feeling actual pain for them. Someone once said that when you feel pain for someone, it means you’re falling for them.

 The light in Alexander’s eyes dimmed. &quot;Aren’t you going to ask why I saved you?&quot;

 In that dangerous moment, he didn’t have the chance to think, let alone consider his own safety. His instinct was to swerve the car, just to prevent me from getting hurt.

 &quot;Whatever the reason, I should still thank you. Thank you, Alexander.&quot; I looked at him sincerely.

 If Alexander was willing to risk his life for me, I could do the same for him. If one 

Vivienne's POV

 It was getting late, and just as I was about to stand up and leave, I turned to Alexander and said, &quot;I’ll pack my things and move out tomorrow.&quot;

 &quot;No need,&quot; he replied softly. &quot;The Divorce Settlement Agreement still stands. The Crescent Estates will be yours. I’ll move out.&quot;

 I shook my head. &quot;Take it back. If you don’t want it, I’ll have someone help me sell it.&quot;

 When we signed the Divorce Settlement Agreement, I wanted that villa. It held the memories of the three years we spent together. I wanted to keep it, to slowly reminisce about those times, and I didn’t want Isabella to take it over in the future.

 But now, I didn’t want the villa anymore. The memories only brought pain and regret.

 If I’ve decided to let go, then I’ll let go completely.

 &quot;I’m leaving now.&quot;

 I grabbed my bag and walked out of the hospital

Vivienne's POV

 On the way back, I rolled down the car window, and the cold wind whipped across my face—sharp and biting.

 I gazed at my reflection in the side mirror, my expression blank.

 Inside, I didn’t feel the relief I had expected. Instead, there was a weight in my chest.

 That subtle pang of bitterness and sorrow slowly crept up, settling heavily on my heart.

 It wasn’t painful; it just made my chest feel tight, suffocating.

 I forced my eyes wide, determined not to let Alexander see the redness around my eyes.

 Of course.

 From sixteen to twenty-five—almost a decade. Even if it’s a dog you’ve raised, you’d feel reluctant to part with it. How much more so with a person?

 He was the one I had loved for ten years.

 The sun breaking through my cold, dark life. The direction I had struggled to chase after.

 He had become part of my life, a habit I couldn’t shake.

 How cou

Vivienne's POV

 &quot;Don’t overthink it. After all, you got hurt trying to save me. I’m just... uneasy,&quot; I said, lowering my eyes.

 I had shifted my focus, replacing concern with unease. It’s like when a stranger gets hurt while trying to save me—I’d feel grateful and worried, but it wouldn’t be the same as feeling actual pain for them. Someone once said that when you feel pain for someone, it means you’re falling for them.

 The light in Alexander’s eyes dimmed. &quot;Aren’t you going to ask why I saved you?&quot;

 In that dangerous moment, he didn’t have the chance to think, let alone consider his own safety. His instinct was to swerve the car, just to prevent me from getting hurt.

 &quot;Whatever the reason, I should still thank you. Thank you, Alexander.&quot; I looked at him sincerely.

 If Alexander was willing to risk his life for me, I could do the same for him. If one day Alexander were in danger, I’d give my life for him. But… I couldn’t trust his feelings anymore. 

Chapter 153