Chapter 780 I Don't Understand
"Alexander, I don't understand," Victoria whispered.
Her vision was already blurred, and she couldn't see the scar she was touching, but her heart was in agony.
The past was vivid in her mind. Why had they ended up like this?
A divorce should be a divorce.
Why, after so long, did someone suddenly tell her they were not divorced at all?
No wonder Alexander called her his wife, no wonder he didn't let his subordinates change their address for her.
It turned out they were not divorced.
But why did he do those things?
"I don't understand," Victoria whispered gently again.
Alexander was slowly putting on his shirt, and only then did she slowly lower her hand.
"Don't understand what?"
Alexander turned around, buttoning his shirt as he asked.
Victoria inadvertently noticed his sexy, well-defined fingers and couldn't help but mock herself. At this moment, she still had time to admire his hands.
She slowly lifted her misty eyes, unable to see his stern face clearly, but she knew so well his rational demeanor.
"You signed the divorce papers," She murmured.
"I don't deny it."
"Then why aren't we divorced?"
Victoria thought she had enough patience to slowly figure this out with him.
"Does there have to be a reason?"
Alexander was very calm.
"Yes, there has to be a reason."
She looked up at him directly, wanting him to clear her doubts.
"I did want a divorce if we didn't have Strawberry."
Victoria felt like the oxygen in her lungs was suddenly sucked out.
Because of Strawberry?
"I don't want her to grow up in a single-parent family, that's all."
Alexander looked at her, every word serious.
Victoria's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything more.
If that was the case, she could understand.
She slowly lowered her eyes and then turned around. "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Victoria."
"I understand," Victoria raised her hand, indicating he didn't need to explain further.
She hurried into the bathroom.
Once the door was closed, she leaned against the door and momentarily forgot to breathe.
So that was the reason.
How could she forget about Strawberry?
He was Strawberry's father, he just wanted to give Strawberry a complete family.
Now everything made sense.
Victoria slowly squatted down, curling herself into a small ball, silently thinking, it was for Strawberry.
Alexander stood at the bathroom door, wanting to knock, but his hand slowly lowered.
He had a feeling she was right behind the door.
She must be overthinking again.
But...
"Vicky?" He murmured.
Victoria didn't move or respond upon hearing his voice.
Her mind went blank.
When Brett said they weren't divorced, her mind was overwhelmed, but now, it was empty.
She felt a bit cold and hugged herself tighter.
The master bedroom door was knocked on, and Alexander turned to it.
Arabella stood at the door, not coming in further. Seeing Alexander standing in front of the bathroom with a serious expression, she knew Victoria was inside.
Alexander walked over. "What's up?"
"Did you tell her the whole truth?"
Arabella whispered, not wanting Victoria to hear.
Alexander was silent for a while before asking. "Why did you bring this up to her?"
"She needs to know, especially since Melissa is trying to set her up with someone else. Now it is the best time to tell her," Arabella whispered again.
Alexander felt a bit agitated after hearing this.
He hadn't rushed to tell Victoria because he was afraid she would find ways to get a divorce once she knew, but now...
But Arabella wasn't wrong either.
She needed to know.
But that excuse...
"What did you say? You better not have said it was for Strawberry," Arabella reminded in a low voice.
Sometimes, using a child as an excuse could be very hurtful.
But Alexander had already said it.
"You already said that, didn't you? You're so foolish, how could you say that?"
Arabella couldn't help but scold him softly, patting his shoulder when she saw him silent.
"It's fine," Alexander said calmly.
"Fine? Can't you speak your mind? How can it be fine?"
Arabella was about to go talk to Victoria but hesitated.
Now it seemed like anything she said would be wrong.
But soon, the door opened from the inside.
Victoria came out slowly, looked at Arabella, and walked over. "Mom, were you looking for me?"
"Are you okay? Why do you look so pale?"
"My back was hurting a bit, but I'm fine now."
"Good to hear."
Arabella responded, thinking for a moment before saying, "Alexander doesn't know how to say nice things, let's not mind him and have some dessert."
"Mom, I'm not feeling well. Can I not go downstairs?" Victoria whispered.
"Should I call a doctor?"
"No need, I'll be fine after lying down for a bit," Victoria murmured.
Arabella understood she didn't want to go downstairs, so she forced a smile and nodded. "Alright, I'll have someone bring you some food later."
"Thank you, Mom," Victoria agreed.
After Arabella left, Alexander was still standing at the door. Victoria lowered her head. "Aren't you leaving?"
"Do you want me to leave?" Alexander asked.
Victoria's heart was already filled with complex emotions, and she didn't know what to say.
Her phone rang, and she saw the caller ID and answered weakly, "Hello, Mr. Brown, sorry to bother you. I am indeed not divorced. Let's talk after the New Year. Thank you, and happy New Year to you and your family."
She finished speaking slowly and hung up.
Alexander stood by the door, watching her. "You're still in contact with him?"
"Yes," Victoria didn't hide it.
At this point, it seemed she had nothing to hide.
"I'll sleep in Strawberry's room," She whispered, about to leave, but his long arm blocked her.
Alexander looked at her deeply. "Victoria, let me make it clear now, I won't divorce you."
"You're a good father," Victoria said softly, then tried to duck under his arm.
Alexander's eyes flashed with urgency, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her inside.
The door was slammed shut from the inside.
Alexander pinned her against the wall. "I said I won't divorce you, and it has nothing to do with being a good father."
Victoria held her breath, unwilling to talk to him anymore.
At this moment, she felt there was nothing left to discuss between them.
But he wouldn't let her go, insisting on facing her like this.
Feeling his warmth and strength, she was going crazy.
She slowly lifted her tear-filled eyes, looking at him. "Alexander, can you leave me alone for a while?"
"No," Alexander felt it was over.
The moment her tears fell, he felt everything was over.
Now, in her eyes, he was just a disreputable scumbag.
"Please..."
Before she could finish, her face was cupped, and all her breath was taken away.
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