Chapter 56

Today, Alexander drove himself to the hospital. I opened the passenger door, sat down, and fastened my seatbelt. He sat in the driver’s seat, not in a hurry to start the car. He lifted a hand to loosen his collar and casually asked, “Did you tell the doctor I’m your ex-husband?” At those words, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Alexander already knows I’m pregnant? I glanced at him cautiously, and my hands, which had been resting on my lap, instinctively moved toward my stomach, tightening into a fist. I decided to take control of the situation. “What’s the matter? Are you afraid people will find out that Isabella was the one who came between us and caused our divorce?” “Vivienne, that’s not what I meant.” “Then what did you mean?” I raised an eyebrow at him. Alexander pressed his lips together. “I’m not blaming you.” As my husband, he obviously felt uncomfortable hearing me tell the doctor I was divorced. “Maybe I’m just overthinking things,” I said, pret