"Alright. Good job." His tone was flat.
As the Brand Director of Blackwood Dominion enterprises, I knew he trusted my abilities. Any project I handled—luxury jewelry, apparel, or other high-end lines—became a market success.
"This is my responsibility," I said. "I'll head to work."
I turned to leave, not giving myself time to falter.
"Let's go together," Alexander said, already moving upstairs.
My steps paused. Bitterness surged in my chest.
How could he still say something like that? After asking for a divorce, he remained calm—unaffected. As if nothing between us had changed.
"No need," I said, steadying my voice. "Since we're divorcing, it's better to keep our distance. We wouldn't want rumors."
I left immediately, almost running.
I couldn't let him see me break.
In the garage, I opened the car door but didn't start the engine. I opened Status instead.
One post stood out.
Michael Livingston.
The photo showed a table filled with wine.
"A warm welcome to the beautiful Lilian. Cheers to her return. Soon we'll be drinking Alexander Blackwood's wedding wine!"
Location: Members-Only Club.
A tear fell onto the screen, blurring the words.
So after landing, Alexander had gone straight to meet her. His friends welcomed her back. They were already celebrating.
And I knew nothing.
For two years, our marriage had been invisible to everyone but the Blackwood family. He never introduced me. To the outside world, I was only an adopted daughter.
"Mrs. Blackwood?" James called when he saw my car still parked.
I wiped my face and started the engine.
I couldn't afford to be emotional.
Work was the only thing I could rely on.
I sent the brand project files to Alexander as soon as I arrived at the office.
His reply came quickly.
Approved. Keep an eye on it.
I answered with a brief Okay and buried myself in work.
That evening, just as I was leaving the office, another message arrived.
I have something to do tonight. Go home first. l knew what his "something" meant—time with Liliana.
Alexander: "I brought you a gift from my business trip. I forgot to give it to you. It's in the suitcase. You can get it yourself."
I replied with another simple, "Okay."
Knowing Alexander, I could tell my indifference was already irritating him.
As I left the office, hushed whispers followed me down the hallway.
"Was that the woman who just came to see CEO Blackwood? She's stunning."
"Too bad she was wearing a mask."
"Doesn't she look a lot like Lilian Summer?"
"No way. Isn't that supermodel based overseas?"
"I think she and CEO Blackwood make the perfect couple."
"Ahem—Director Alicia Sinclair."
Someone recognized me.
The whispers stopped instantly. Everyone straightened and greeted in unison, "Director Alicia Sinclair."
I lowered my gaze, my expression calm.
"It's after work," I said evenly. "Please continue with your tasks."
With that, I walked away. My steps were steady, but my heart raced wildly. My eyes burned faintly, bitterness filling my chest.
I couldn't afford to stop. I was afraid—afraid I'd see something that would completely break me.
Had Lilian already come to see him?
We weren't even divorced yet, yet he was already so indifferent. He couldn't even be bothered to offer a simple explanation—just a cold "I have something to do."
Behind me, the employees began whispering again, but this time, the topic had shifted this time.