Chapter 42
Cecilia’s pov
“Cecilia, I know I was wrong,” Xavier pleaded, his voice breaking. “I truly know I made a terrible mistake. Give me one more chance to make it right. I swear on my life, on our bond, I’ll never betray you again p>
His words oozed with what seemed like genuine remorse, his eyes glistening with tears he refused to let fall p>
But I remained unmoved.
“You don’t need to fix anything,” I said flatly. “You just did whatever you felt like. Six months of sneaking around and smiling behind my back—hope it was worth it. Keep enjoying your fun, Xavier. I’m kind enough to let you go p>
Xavier’s face twisted in panic. He grabbed my hand and started kissing it like a man drowning, every touch full of guilt and desperation.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered between kisses, voice shaking. “I messed up. I know I did. But it’s not what you think with Cici. I never wanted her. I swear—you’re the only one I’ve ever really loved p>
“Stop p>
I yanked my hand away like it burned. The feel of his lips made my skin crawl.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, my voice like ice. “We’re finished. I’m divorcing you, and this time, it’s not up for debate p>
There was a flash of crimson in his eyes and his face turned grim.
“Divorce isn’t just your decision! I tore up the papers!” He snarled, teetering on the edge of losing control.
I stared at him in silence for several seconds, measuring my response. “Fine. If we can’t settle this like adults, I’ll see you in court p>
“Are you really willing to throw away all our years together?” His voice dropped to a desperate whisper as he leaned forward, attempting to wrap his arms around me. “Forgive me just once. Please. I can’t live without you p>
“Get off me!” I grabbed my pillow, smacking him with it. “Don’t touch me p>
From across the room came a rustling sound.
Something fell on the floor.
“Beta Sawyer, water,” Alpha Sebastian’s voice suddenly appeared in the room p>
Xavier and I both froze mid-confrontation.
My eyes widened in horror.
[Oh Moon Goddess, please tell me that wasn’t Alpha Sebastian’s voice. Please tell me he didn’t witness all of this p>
Xavier’s face tightened for a second, clearly annoyed—but even he knew better than to keep the drama going with other people around.
Xavier stood up, his voice shifting to a gentle tone as if nothing had happened. “Sweetheart, you must be hungry. I sent someone to get your favorite chicken soup. Let me grab it for you p>
The shift from groveling penitence to casual normalcy was jarringly abrupt. His emotional control was truly something to behold.
I ignored him completely as he walked away.
Once he’d left, my eyes drifted to the sofa where Alpha Sebastian sat, calmly drinking his water, his powerful back partially turned toward me.
His broad shoulders were tense under his rumpled shirt—evidence of a night spent in that uncomfortable hospital chair.
Mortification washed over me in a hot wave.
My face burned with embarrassment knowing he’d heard every pathetic word of my marital drama.
My boss had become an unwilling spectator to the mess of my divorce—missing not a single detail.
After drinking the water, Alpha Sebastian got up and went out first, without looking towards the hospital bed. Beta Sawyer went out with him, too.
My gaze tracked his tall frame until he disappeared through the doorway.
“Eat your chicken soup p>
The cold voice snapped me back to reality. Xavier stood in front of me, blocking my view, holding a white porcelain bowl filled with steaming soup.
I blinked at him for a few seconds. “Just leave it on the table. I’ll eat it later p>
“It’ll get cold,” he said, his tone firm. “Let me feed you p>
“I don’t need you to feed me p>
His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “What, you’d prefer Alpha Sebastian spoon it into your mouth instead p>
I gave him a look like he’d completely lost it. “Only the truly paranoid see betrayal in everything p>
That seemed to calm him down a little. His shoulders dropped as he softened. “Quit your job with him, and I’ll believe you p>
I didn’t even flinch.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to get used to not knowing p>
His face darkened again. “Of all the jobs out there, why become his secretary specifically p>
“Because I want to,” I said simply.
“I know you’re doing this to get back at me. You want revenge p>
I gave a cold laugh and reached for the congee he was holding. “Thank you very much for visiting, Alpha Xavier. You can leave now p>
Xavier looked like he’d been physically struck. In all our years together, I’d never addressed him so formally, so distantly.
He sat down on the edge of my bed, his jaw set stubbornly. “I’m not leaving. We’re still married, and I have an obligation to care for my wife p>
I rolled my eyes and said nothing, and before he tried to feed me, I took the chicken soup myself and started eating it myself.
Author’s pov
About an hour later, Alpha Sebastian returned. This time, Beta Sawyer and Amara followed behind him.
Cecilia hadn’t even realized Amara had spent the night as well. Apparently, she’d gone out to grab breakfast and happened to run into Sebastian on the way back. But it was obvious—Amara hadn’t stayed out of concern for Cecilia, or from guilt.
She’d stayed because of Sebastian. She wanted to keep an eye on him.
Amara stepped forward with a polite smile, holding a paper bag. “Secretary Cecilia, I’m truly sorry about last night,” she said in a soft, practiced tone. “I misunderstood the situation and believed Deputy Leonard’s lies. I hope you can forgive me p>
Cecilia looked at her for a moment, then gave a small shrug. “People make mistakes. But just so we’re clear—I don’t owe you anything p>
Amara’s smile faltered briefly before she forced it back into place. “Right. Of course p>
She cast a quick glance at Alpha Sebastian, clearly hoping he’d heard her apology.
He didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed on Cecilia.
“You did well,” he said calmly, his voice low and steady. “I’ll handle the rest. Focus on recovering p>
Cecilia nodded once. “Understood, Alpha Sebastian p>
Behind him, Beta Sawyer shifted awkwardly.
“Cecilia—I mean, Miss Cecilia—I’m really sorry,” Beta Sawyer said, stumbling over her name. “I should’ve stopped you from going to the factory. I should’ve gone with you p>
Cecilia raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Her expression was unreadable—neither angry nor forgiving.
A brief silence followed, thick and tense.
Near the window, Alpha Xavier stood with his arms crossed, jaw clenched. He didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes was unmistakable—sharp, cold, territorial.
His eyes seemed to blame Beta Sawyer for putting Cecilia in danger.
Beta Sawyer felt the tension shift instantly. He glanced at Alpha Xavier, caught the warning in his eyes, and quickly lowered his gaze. His voice died in his throat as he took a step back.
The air felt heavier now. No one said a word.
After a long pause, Amara cleared her throat. “I think it’s best if I request reassignment,” she said. “I don’t want to cause more tension here p>
Alpha Sebastian didn’t even look her way. He offered no comment. His attention remained solely on Cecilia.
Sensing the tension, Cecilia smoothly shifted the conversation.
“By the way,” she said, her tone turning businesslike, “my voice recorder caught something useful. I found the names of two employees who’ve been collecting salaries without doing any actual work p>
She reached for her phone. “I’ll log into the cloud and pull up the audio file now p>