Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

***Vivienne’s POV***The car remained quiet for a long time after Alexander spoke. His apology lingered between us, heavy and unsettled, as though it had nowhere to rest.I turned slightly toward him. My vision was still blurred, but I could feel his gaze on me. I told him again that he did not need to apologize, that none of us could have expected those obsessed fans to pursue the matter for so long.I said I did not blame him. My voice sounded calm, almost detached, but deep inside my chest something still ached. It was not only about the accident. It was about everything. About how our lives had become tangled and broken in ways neither of us could repair.He apologized again, softer this time, as if he had nothing else left to give. I told him to forget it, to let it go, to stop thinking about it.I spoke lightly, but my heart was anything but light. Silence returned, stretching slowly until it grew uncomfortable.Time inside the car felt strange, as if we were suspended between p

***Vivienne's POV ***"Vivienne, what happened to your head? How did you get hurt? Is it serious?" Grandpa asked weakly. His voice was rough and tired, yet his eyes were full of concern as they rested on the bandage around my head.Even in his condition, he was still worried about me.My chest tightened and tears began to rise."What is wrong? Does it hurt a lot?" he asked again, noticing my expression.I shook my head quickly."Pop Pop, do not worry. It is just a small bump. It is nothing serious. It does not hurt at all.""You need to take better care of yourself. Do not end up like me. My body is failing. I do not have much time left," he said. His voice was weak, though he tried to sound firm."No, Pop Pop, please do not say that. You are going to get better. You will live a long and healthy life," I replied, my voice trembling as tears gathered again."Why are you crying like a little child?" he asked gently, reaching out to wipe a tear from my cheek."As long as Pop Pop is okay,

***Vivienne’s POV Continued***The police officer’s voice continued to echo in my mind long after the call had ended. His calm explanation about David and Lucas confessing everything replayed again and again, how they had followed me, watched me, and planned everything as though it were some twisted game.I sat quietly beside Alexander in the car, my phone still warm in my hand, while a slow, unsettling coldness spread through my chest as the reality settled deeper within me.So that was how they had known where I was. My license plate, my movements, the places I visited. Something as ordinary as taking my car for repairs had become the thread that led danger directly to me.A faint shiver passed through me, though I kept my expression calm and my voice steady while speaking to the officer. I told him clearly that I did not want to meet their families.I did not want apologies, nor tears, nor desperate pleading. Nothing they could say would erase the fear of that night or the pain tha

***Vivienne's POV***Alexander brought Isabella Blackwood to visit Grandpa.He brought the woman he loved into the hospital to meet my grandfather, as if she had the right to be there, as if she belonged beside him instead of me.The moment I understood why he was here today, a cold shiver spread through my chest, slow and sharp, like icy rain seeping into my skin and settling deep in my bones.Why was he doing this to me.Just last night he had rushed away because of Isabella’s call. After that, there had been nothing from him. No messages. No explanation. No concern.Yet now he stood here, bringing her to see Grandpa as if she were family, as if she held a place that should have been mine.Where did that leave me, his wife.I stood quietly outside the hospital room, my hand resting against the doorframe as I listened to the voices inside.Isabella’s voice was soft and sweet, almost flattering, the kind of tone people used when they wanted to be liked.But Grandpa and Nana answered h

***Vivienne’s POV***I walked out of the hospital slowly without any real destination in mind, unsure of where I wanted to go or what I was supposed to do next. My legs kept moving on their own while my thoughts felt heavy and distant at the same time, as if they no longer belonged to me. The sun was bright and warm above, casting light across the streets, yet none of that warmth reached me. The cold I felt was not from the air but from somewhere deep inside my chest, a place that no sunlight could touch.People passed by me in a steady flow, cars moved along the road, and everything around me continued as normal, busy and alive, yet I felt completely separated from it all. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between me and the world, keeping me detached from everything happening around me. I kept walking without paying attention to direction because nowhere felt like home anymore.After some time, I stopped near the roadside and pulled my phone from my bag. I switched to my s