Chapter 51
Cecilia’s pov
Alpha Sebastian’s voice dripped with mockery, each word cutting like a knife.
Anger flared inside me.This was my private business.
Sure, he’d saved me, and yes, he was my boss, but that gave him absolutely no right to pass judgment on my marriage.
“I never gave him my passcode,” I said, confusion overwhelming my irritation. “How did he even get up here p>
There were multiple security checkpoints—the community entrance, the door security, the elevator. How had Xavier bypassed them all?
Alpha Sebastian’s expression shifted from cold derision to genuine puzzlement at my response.
Meanwhile, Xavier staggered to his feet and stumbled toward me. The stench of alcohol hit me like a wall, making me wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“How did you get up here?” I demanded.
“Did you sleep with him?” Xavier snarled, ignoring my question completely.
He gripped the armrests of my wheelchair, looming over me as he roared, his voice echoing through the hallway.
Without hesitation, I slapped him hard across the face, my palm stinging from the impact.
“Have you lost your mind?” I hissed. “What kind of drunken nonsense is this? Get out! Go find your little sugar girl p>
The slap didn’t anger him as I expected. Instead, Xavier dropped to his knees before me, grabbing the same hand that had struck him and pressing it against his chest.
His demeanor transformed instantly—one moment a roaring beast, the next a wounded puppy.
“I was wrong,” he whispered, his voice suddenly gentle. “I know you wouldn’t do that. You still love me. You’d never betray me p>
I could only stare at him in disbelief.
The hypocrisy knew no bounds. He could cheat on me all he wanted, but I wasn’t allowed to move on?
My eyes darted between Alpha Sebastian, who was watching this pathetic spectacle with thinly veiled disgust, and the drunken mess of a man before me.
It was the middle of the night. Couldn’t I catch a break?
I pulled my hand back sharply.
“Can we not do this right now? Go home, Alpha Xavier. Sleep it off. We’ll talk when you’re sober p>
But before I could even finish, he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me in a tight, desperate hug.
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed into my neck, his tears soaking through my shirt.
This man—this proud, controlling, angry man—was crying like a child in my arms.
I didn’t comfort him. I stood still, spine straight, arms rigid at my sides.
This wasn’t guilt. This wasn’t weakness. This was a man trying to rewrite a story I’d already closed.
“Let go,” I said firmly, my voice low and even. “You need to calm down. And I need space p>
He clutched me tighter, trembling.
“Tell me you still love me,” he bargained, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “Say you won’t leave me p>
My headache was getting worse by the second.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Alpha Sebastian’s face hardening like granite as he pulled out his phone and made a call.
I caught fragments of his conversation—he was summoning someone to come up.
Minutes later, the property manager appeared with two security guards. Alpha Sebastian pointed at Xavier, who was still clutching me like a lifeline.
“This man doesn’t live here,” he stated coldly. “Remove him p>
The manager hesitated. “One moment, Alpha Sebastian. Let me check the records first p>
After consulting his tablet, the manager’s expression grew troubled. ” Alpha Xavier is actually the owner of apartment 2001. According to our surveillance footage, he was heading to the 20th floor, but the elevator stopped at the 13th floor—probably because either you or Miss Cecilia had pressed the button. That’s why he ended up here p>
What p>
He had bought an apartment on the 20th floor?
My headache exploded into a full-blown migraine. Was Xavier planning to stick to me like glue forever?
Even Alpha Sebastian fell silent at this revelation.
After a moment, he addressed the manager, “In that case, please escort him back to the 20th floor p>
The manager nodded, finding the request reasonable—especially coming from the wealthy and influential resident of the penthouse. He immediately directed the security guards to help Xavier up.
But Xavier remained kneeling before me, his arms wrapped around my body, his large frame pressing against mine.
He’d stopped crying and muttering apologies, now just holding me in silence.
The two guards tried to pull him away, but couldn’t budge him. I pushed at his shoulders too, but it was like trying to move a boulder.
It seemed he intended to stay locked in this position with me forever.
Alpha Sebastian stepped forward, forcefully prying Xavier’s arms away from me, using considerable strength to separate him from my body.
Xavier opened his bloodshot eyes, glaring daggers. “Alpha Sebastian Black,” he growled, enunciating each syllable with hatred.
He scrambled to his feet, swaying unsteadily as he lunged to throw a punch.
But he was so drunk he could barely stand—his fist missed Alpha Sebastian by a mile without him even needing to dodge.
The property manager quickly ordered the guards to restrain him.
Xavier shoved them away. “Get off me, all of you!” he snarled.
“Alpha Xavier, please don’t make a scene,” the manager said soothingly. “You’ve come to the wrong floor. Let us help you back to your apartment p>
“Who says I’m on the wrong floor? She’s my wife!” Xavier shouted.
The two security guards looked equally stunned.
Alpha Sebastian’s voice cut through the confusion. “He’s talking nonsense. If you don’t remove him now, we’ll have to call the police p>
“So he’s not The manager looked uncertainly between us, then turned to me directly. “Miss Cecilia, is Alpha Xavier your husband p>
“No, he is not,” I said icily. “Get him out of here p>
Xavier stared at me as if I’d stabbed him, raw pain etched across his features.
It was obvious to everyone that we knew each other.
But since I’d denied his claim and Xavier was clearly intoxicated, the manager decided the safest option was to return him to his own apartment.
The three men dragged Xavier into the elevator despite his protests and rage. The doors closed, muffling his shouts and the sound of his fists pounding against the metal.
As the elevator ascended, the noise gradually faded.
I exhaled in relief, but my expression quickly darkened again.
If Xavier was living in the same building, he could ambush me in the parking garage every time I came home. I’d never escape.
I couldn’t possibly sell my place and move again.
“I’m curious,” Alpha Sebastian’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Do you actually want this divorce or not p>
I snapped back to reality, looking up into his inscrutable eyes.
I wasn’t sure why he cared, but I answered honestly, “If I didn’t want a divorce, I could have just pretended not to know about his affair—or chosen to ignore it. But once I decided to leave, there’s no going back p>
Alpha Sebastian nodded, apparently satisfied with my answer.
“Stay at my place for the next few days,” he said. “Tell your friend not to visit for a while. Liam will prepare your meals. Focus on healing that leg first p>
“Would you prefer a repeat of tonight’s scene?” he challenged. “Or do you have a better solution p>
I didn’t. Xavier might be able to corner me here, but he couldn’t reach me at Sebastian’s penthouse.
It was the only way to avoid confrontation while my leg healed. And I definitely needed to recover before I could even think about running from Xavier again.
“All right,” I conceded.
I packed a few clothes and followed Sebastian back to the penthouse.
Liam had already gone to bed. Alpha Sebastian showed me to the guest room.
“It’s late. Get some rest,” he said before leaving me alone.
Lying in the unfamiliar bed, I felt surreal. Not only was I eating my boss’s food, but now I was staying in his luxury penthouse?
My sleep was restless, filled with chaotic dreams.
The next morning, I was still half-asleep when my phone rang.
Squinting at the screen, I saw it was Yvonne.
I answered, but before I could say hello, her frantic voice burst through the speaker,
“Girl, thank god you finally picked up! Never mind that now—check Instagram right away p>