All Chapters of Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I sat quietly in front of the doctor as she explained my condition for what felt like the third time.My fingers tightened around the edge of my dress while I listened.She told me my uterine lining was naturally thin and that the baby was still unstable. Her voice was calm, but every word landed heavily in my chest.I had to be careful. Very careful.No stress. No heavy movement. No mistakes.She added that women with my condition sometimes lost their babies, and some of them found it difficult to get pregnant again.My heartbeat quickened, fear creeping into every corner of my mind.But I forced myself to stay calm.I nodded again and again as she wrote my prescription, afraid that if I showed even a little panic, everything would fall apart.When she handed me the paper, I took it with both hands.“Get the medicine immediately,” she reminded me.“I will,” I said softly.For three years of marriage, I had been waiting for this moment.A child.Something that truly belonged to me and

🥀Vivienne’s POV🥀A bitter heaviness spread through my chest as I sat inside the car, watching Alexander and Isabella together.My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes.For three years… I had never seen him like that.That soft expression. That quiet patience. That warmth.With me, he had always been calm. Distant. Controlled.I had told myself countless times that it was just the way he was.That he simply did not know how to love.But now I understood.He did know how.He just never chose me.They walked past my car without even glancing in my direction.Of course they wouldn’t notice.Why would they?To him, I was already someone he had decided to let go.I stayed there long after they disappeared from sight.Then I drove home.Slowly.Numbly.“Madam, what would you like for dinner?” Maggie asked gently the moment I stepped inside.She paused when she saw my face.I did not answer.I walked straight to the bedroom and closed the door behind me.The moment I was alone, everything

🥀Vivienne’s POV (Cont.)🥀I swallowed hard.My throat felt tight and bitter, as if every word I spoke would hurt.Still, I forced myself to stand straight in front of Alexander’s desk.“Isabella Blackwood’s public image doesn’t match the product,” I said calmly.“She represents a cold, distant elegance. This campaign is built around warmth and relatability.”I explained everything clearly.Logically.Professionally.Because this was my field.And I understood branding better than anyone in this company.Alexander looked at me.But not really at me.“This is your responsibility,” he said flatly.“Handle it.”My fingers tightened slightly.“The endorsement is important to Isabella,” he continued. “You’ll personally supervise it.”Not a discussion.A decision.My chest felt heavy.But I nodded anyway.“I understand.”My voice sounded unfamiliar.Dry.Tired.I turned and walked out.The moment I reached the bathroom, I leaned over the sink.A wave of nausea hit me.I tried to throw up.B

Vivienne’s POVAlexander had always been a public figure as the CEO of Vanguard Global Enterprises. His name appeared frequently in financial news and business magazines, and his reputation had always been clean and admirable.People praised his appearance, his height, and the powerful background he carried with quiet confidence. There were no scandals tied to his name, and over time many people began to treat him as a perfect example of success.Isabella was no different in status. She had built her fame overseas with beauty, talent, and a strong professional image.When the two of them appeared together, the public quickly decided they belonged side by side.The internet erupted with excitement.Fans created endless posts, edits, and imagined stories about their relationship. A hashtag combining both their names spread rapidly, drawing more attention with every passing hour. Thousands of people followed the topic closely, discussing every detail as if it were a confirmed love story.

Vivienne’s POVThat afternoon, we left Ashford Manor together.The car moved steadily through the crowded streets, but inside, the silence between us felt heavier than the traffic outside. Neither of us spoke for a long time, and the quiet tension made the space feel smaller than it was.I kept my gaze forward, trying to organize my thoughts before finally breaking the silence.“You saw Pop Pop’s attitude,” I said calmly. “He will not support the divorce.”My voice remained steady, but my fingers rested tightly against my lap.“What do you plan to do?”Alexander did not answer immediately.He looked out the window as if the passing scenery required his full attention. After a while, he exhaled slowly.“We can finalize the divorce first,” he said. “Quietly.”I lowered my eyes slightly.“We will explain it later,” he continued. “When things settle down.”His answer did not surprise me.Even after everything Grandpa had said, nothing had changed.There was no hesitation.No reconsiderati