Entangled With My Rival CEO

Chapter 77

Alexander softly turned the doorknob, allowing the bedroom door to creak open, unveiling a delicate sliver of moonlight that gracefully filtered through the curtains, casting a serene glow upon the room.

With cautious steps that barely made a sound against the plush carpet, he entered the room, mindful not to disrupt the tranquility of the night that enveloped the space.

Within the gentle embrace of the luminous ambiance, Alexander's eyes rested upon Camilla, her form nestled upon the sofa, lost in peaceful slumber.

Her breathing was calm and steady, and she looked so peaceful as if she had found comfort in her dreams.

He approached her silently and crouched down next to the sofa, looking at her with deep admiration.

Gently, he touched her cheek with his fingertips, tracing the curves of her face.

A mixture of sadness and fondness appeared on his face as he quietly appreciated her beauty.

After a moment of silently watching her, Alexander stood up, being careful not to wake her.

He cradled her in his arms, carrying her like a bride, and placed her gently on the bed, making sure she was comfortable and undisturbed in her sleep.

With utmost gentleness, he arranged the blankets around her, ensuring she was snug and cozy as if enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Leaning down, he softly kissed her forehead, leaving a tender mark as if conveying a silent pledge.

"Sweet dreams," he murmured, his words barely audible in the quietness of the room.

He then walked to the opposite side of the bed, took out his phone from his pocket, and placed it on the bedside table.

After that, he entered the walk-in closet, reappearing a few minutes later wearing a towel around his waist, and disappeared into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, Camilla's eyes fluttered open, and she quietly sat up on the bed.

Her gaze instinctively drew to the phone resting on the bedside drawer.

Her attention momentarily shifted to the bathroom door, where the sound of running water indicated Alexander's presence.

Seizing the opportunity, she reached out and retrieved the phone, her fingers quivering slightly as she tapped the screen.

In an instant, the lock screen displayed a photograph of the two of them during their honeymoon in Santorini.

And a small smile graced her lips as memories of their time there flooded her mind.

The image captured a moment brimming with pure joy and love, set against the breathtaking backdrop of the azure sea and charming white buildings.

Serving as a poignant reminder of the happiness they had experienced together during that enchanting journey.

But the curiosity to uncover the truth about the night she lost their child lingered in her mind, compelling her to unlock the phone and delve into its contents.

With hesitance, she swiped up the screen, only to be met with a password input field.

Uncertainty washed over her as she contemplated what the password could be

She tentatively typed in Alexander's birth date, but it proved to be incorrect.

She then tried her own birth date and when it failed she tried their wedding date, but the phone continued to deny her entry, leaving her feeling frustrated and exasperated.

Her thoughts raced, desperately searching for potential combinations that could grant her entry.

She racked her brain, trying to recall other significant dates and cherished memories they had shared.

And in a moment of inspiration, her gaze returned to the lock screen wallpaper, the picture capturing their blissful honeymoon in Santorini.

An idea sparked in her mind, and with a surge of hope, she entered the date they had arrived at the Greek Island; "05-02-2020", as the password, hoping it would grant her entry into the phone.

To her surprise and immense relief, the phone unlocked, revealing the familiar home screen adorned with various app icons.

Her heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, realizing the potential revelations that lay within the device.

Driven by determination, she swiftly scrolled through the apps, her eyes scanning for the one that held the key to the answers she desperately sought.

And then, she found it, the app labeled "Home Security."

With a surge of hope, she tapped on the icon, and the app sprang to life, presenting a live feed from the CCTV cameras installed throughout their home.

Her focus zeroed in on the camera labeled "Staircase landing," and she carefully selected the corresponding date and time.

Fingers shaking as she navigated through the options, desperately searching for the crucial footage from the following hour after her birthday party.

Anticipation filled the room as the screen flickered, loading the live feed.

Yet, Camilla's heart sank as a disheartening message appeared; "Deleted."

A wave of shock and confusion washed over her, leaving her to grapple with a barrage of questions.

"Why would he delete the footage?"

"What is he trying to hide?" she pondered, her voice laced with disappointment and suspicion.

Her gaze instinctively turned towards the closed bathroom door, as if seeking answers that lay beyond its confines.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the chime of a notification, pulling her attention back to the present moment.

Curiosity piqued, she tapped on the message and discovered it was from Alexander's attorney, Peggy Smith, the very same lawyer who had handled the lawsuit she had contemplated filing against him following their intimate encounter at a hotel after the Bold Fashion Feast months ago.

As the contents of the message unfolded before her eyes, she read Attorney Peggy Smith's words carefully, her brows furrowing with each passing sentence.

"Apologies for the delay, Mr. Cena. I encountered some personal issues that caused a slight setback. However, I have completed the divorce papers, and all that remains is for you and your wife to sign them to finalize the process. I would like to know if you would prefer the papers to be delivered to your office tomorrow morning or if you would like to pick them up yourself. I await your prompt response. Thank you."

A mix of emotions flooded through Camilla as she absorbed the message.

"Divorce papers?" Her voice trembled with disbelief, echoing through the silent room.

"Alexander is planning to divorce me?" Her words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of shock and sorrow.

A tumultuous mix of anger, hurt, and confusion surged through her veins as her emotions waged a fierce battle within her.

The deleted footage and now the unexpected divorce papers seemed intricately intertwined, weaving a narrative she struggled to comprehend fully.

Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and Alexander came out, clad only in boxers, and a white towel draped around his neck.

Drops of water cascaded down from his damp hair, adding to the tension in the room.

He froze in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Camilla awake, clutching his phone in her trembling hands.

Their gazes locked, and the room filled with an unspoken tension, heavy with unexpressed words and unanswered questions.

Camilla's trembling hands held up the phone, her voice choked with emotion.

"What's this? Are you planning on divorcing me?" she softly questioned her words carrying a weight of vulnerability.

In that moment, his features transformed from surprise to a tangled web of concern and guilt.

"I... Camilla," he started, his voice filled with a desperate struggle to convey his thoughts.

But the words eluded him, leaving an unspoken void hanging between them.

"You what Alexander?" Camilla's voice quivered, a symphony of emotions woven into her trembling tone.

As her eyes sought answers within the depths of his troubled expression.

Alexander cautiously advanced, his expression clouded with guilt.

Drawing nearer to the bed, his bare feet glided silently across the floor.

"I can explain," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not what you think."