My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Where I belong.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, as though expecting me to disappear. But when she opened them and found me still there, she sat up abruptly and glanced around the room, making my hand slip from her waist.

The sudden emptiness lingered.

Quietly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. "I must have fallen asleep while soothing Aimy. Sorry about that."

She said nothing, her gaze returning to our sleeping daughter.

"It’s still early," I added. "You should get some more rest."

I had almost reached the door when her soft voice stopped me.

"You should go to the office."

I turned back. "What?"

"You’ve already stayed in Rosewood Town longer than you planned because of us. I’m sure there are things waiting for you there. Maria is here now."

She spoke as though she and Aimy were burdens I had graciously agreed to carry.

"What are you saying, Alicia? Aimy is my daughter, and you—"

"I just mean that you shouldn’t let us disrupt your life," she interrupted gently.

A helpless chuckle escaped me. How could I explain that, without them, I barely had a life at all?

"I’ll go to the office," I said at last. "But when I get back, we need to talk. Alright?"

She looked confused, but simply lay back down and closed her eyes.

I returned to the master bedroom, gathered a few things, and headed to a guest room to get ready. I had woken up later than usual, so I skipped my workout.

The truth was, I had never intended to go in. Even while we were in Rosewood Town, I had been handling work remotely, despite the constant calls demanding my attention. After returning, I had planned to continue working from the villa so I could stay close to Aimy.

But Alicia’s words lingered.

I couldn’t blame her. I was the one who had taught her, through my actions, that there were things that would always come before her. And even now, she still believed it.

A moment later I stepped out of the shower and slipped into a black suit. I had decided to go to the office after all, but only long enough to deal with the urgent matters before returning home. I wanted to spend a few more days working from the villa until Aimy recovered.

After knotting my tie, I picked up my phone and laptop and left the guest room.

The room I had used was only a short walk from Aimy’s room and the master bedroom. On my way downstairs, I decided to check on them one last time.

But when I entered Aimy’s room, the bed was empty.

I stepped farther inside, searching for any sign of Alicia or Aimy. When I found non, I assumed they were in the bathroom and turned to leave.

But as I passed the master bedroom, I heard voices inside. One of them was unmistakably Alicia’s.

I pushed the door open.

She stood in the middle of the room while a maid faced her with her head bowed.

"If you won’t move my things to another room, then fine—I’ll do it myself," Alicia said, turning toward the walk-in closet.

"What’s going on here?"

The maid looked up, relief flashing across her face. Alicia, however, didn’t pause.

I turned to the maid.

"Sir, I told Madam that this is where you asked us to place her things," she said quietly. "But she wants to move to another room."

"You have no right to speak to me like that. And if you think my agreeing to stay here means something has changed between us, then let me be clear—we will never be a normal married couple again."

"Did I hurt you so deeply," I asked quietly, "that you’re willing to give up the love you’ve carried for me all these years?"

She stared at me, her eyes widening. Her lips parted, but no words came.

"Alicia, this is your home too. Don’t you remember? You chose this villa."

When we first married, my grandmother had asked her to choose where we would live, and she had chosen this place. Back then I had refused,all in my own way of keeping our marriage a secret, and too blind to understand her reasons. Only after she left did I realize the truth: this was the neighborhood where she had grown up,it was turned into this estate right after she moved into the blackwood mansion.

There is a cemetery nearby and that’s where her parents rested.

Back then I even thought she was all about luxury.

For a moment, something flickered in her eyes.

Then she laughed—a soft, bitter sound that never reached them.

"Really? If you had wanted this villa for me, you would have moved here years ago, not after we separated."

"We’re not separated," I corrected gently.

"Oh, right," she said. "We’re only on the way there."

I held her gaze. "You still haven’t answered me. Have you truly given up on loving me... or did you simply stop?"

The question hurt more than I expected.

"And what makes you think I love you?" she asked.

Her voice was steady, but the brief hesitation beforehand said more than her words ever could.