was speechless.
I could do without a scummy man or take less money to expedite the divorce. But I wasn’t about to leave with nothing!
Especially since I had transferred all my pre–marital assets to Irvin, including the company I inherited from my aunt–everything I owned had been converted to marital property
After all my fucking sacrifices, was he expecting me to leave with nothing when it was he who cheated? That was beyond unacceptable.
No, leaving with nothing was absolutely out of the question!
I pointed to a clause in the middle of the agreement. “Doesn’t it also say that if both parties agree to the divorce, assets will be split equally?”
“It does, but I don’t agree.”
Instinctively, I challenged, “Why not?”
Irvin’s expression was grim. “Why should I?”
“Why shouldn’t you? You and Julianne are deeply in love. Don’t you want an honest, open relationship with her? Or are you planning to make her a mistress for life?”
Despite months of investigation, I had been unsuccessful in finding substantial evidence of his infidelity. Had that not been the case, I would have already filed for a divorce lawsuit.
“Emilia Quill, I’ve told you
ountless times! There is nothing between Julianne and me! I can’t and won’t be with her. She is not a mistress! Why must you keep slandering her?”
Faced with his anger, I couldn’t help but distinctively feel his cowardice. “Enough. You two were practically about to kiss in that room, yet you dare claim there’s nothing between you!”
All of a sudden, a thought struck me. “The truth is you don’t want a divorce because you don’t want to split the assets. Am I right?”
This realization elicited a cold chuckle from my throat. “Irvin Sawyer, don’t let greed consume you. You can’t have your cake and eat it too! Besides, the cake isn’t yours alone–we made it together.
“In fact, I was the one who made the initial investment in the company. Demanding half the assets isn’t excessive of me at all, is it? Why don’t you man up and stop dilly–dallying? Don’t let gluttony cloud your reason. Be careful–you might end up with money you can’t spend!” Although Irvin was born into a wealthy family, he wasn’t favored by his father. After his mother passed away, he was kicked out of the family with nothing. I was the one who invested my inheritance from my aunt into his startup, which later became his current company.
After the company expanded, it took over his family’s business.
Now, he was a high–and–mighty CEO who no longer found his wife profitable. He wanted to
Chapter B
was speechless.
I could do without a scummy man or take less money to expedite the divorce. But I wasn’t about to leave with nothing!
Especially since I had transferred all my pre–marital assets to Irvin, including the company I inherited from my aunt–everything I owned had been converted to marital property.
After all my fucking sacrifices, was he expecting me to leave with nothing when it was he who cheated? That was beyond unacceptable.
No, leaving with nothing was absolutely out of the question!
I pointed to a clause in the middle of the agreement. “Doesn’t it also say that if both parties agree to the divorce, assets will be split equally?”
“It does, but I don’t agree.”
Instinctively, I challenged, “Why not?”
Irvin’s expression was grim. “Why should I?”
“Why shouldn’t you? You and Julianne are deeply in love. Don’t you want an honest, open relationship with her? Or are you planning to make her a mistress for life?”
Despite months of investigation, I had been unsuccessful in finding substantial evidence of his infidelity. Had that not been the case, I would have already filed for a divorce lawsuit.
“Emilia Quill, I’ve told you countless times! There is nothing between Julianne and me! I can’t and won’t be with her. She is not a mistress! Why must you keep slandering her?”
Faced with his anger, I couldn’t help but distinctively feel his cowardice. “Enough. You two were practically about to kiss in that room, yet you dare claim there’s nothing between you!”
All of a sudden, a thought struck me. “The truth is you don’t want a divorce because you don’t want to split the assets. Am I right?”
This realization elicited a cold chuckle from my throat. “Irvin Sawyer, don’t let greed consume you. You can’t have your cake and eat it too! Besides, the cake isn’t yours alone–we made it together.
“In fact, I was the one who made the initial investment in the company. Demanding half the assets isn’t excessive of me at all, is it? Why don’t you man up and stop dilly–dallying? Don’t let gluttony cloud your reason. Be careful–you might end up with money you can’t spend!” Although Irvin was born into a wealthy family, he wasn’t favored by his father. After his mother passed away, he was kicked out of the family with nothing. I was the one who invested my inheritance from my aunt into his startup, which later became his current company.
After the company expanded, it took over his family’s business.
Now, he was a high–and–mighty CEO who no longer found his wife profitable. He wanted to
spend time with his one true love. Frankly, that was fine–I had
SULA
But if he thought he could keep everything to himself and spare me nothing, that would be but a daydream.
“No wonder you didn’t visit me once after I fell off the cliff and sustained severe injuries. Turns out you were hoping I would die!”
That way, he wouldn’t have to split a dime!
Thinking of this, I noted that I must be more cautious around him.
Though I was making perfect sense, Irvin looked as if he had been gravely wronged. He looked so angry it was like a storm was brewing on his face.
“Emilia, you’re such a hypocrite! You’ve gone nuts–delusional! You know full well I can’t date Lianne! Yet you still let your imagination run wild!”
I frowned. “Why can’t you be with Lianne? Once we divorce, you’ll both be single. With the blessing of family and friends, what is it that’s stopping you?”
Why did he make it sound like they had some insurmountable grudge?
“Shut up! Emilia, you’ve utterly disappointed me!”
With that, he stormed out in a rage, not giving me a chance to respond.
I watched him slam the door shut, downright flabbergasted.
Why couldn’t he and Lianne be together when they were clearly in love? They clearly had the blessing of everyone around them, friends and family alike. I genuinely didn’t see an obstacle in their way.
Trying to fathom it hurt my head, so I decided to stop.
Perhaps there was no reason at all. Perhaps it was just as I suspected–Irvin didn’t want a divorce because he didn’t want to split the assets.
But thinking about that only aggravated my headache.
He didn’t want to split the assets, and I didn’t want to leave with nothing. This divorce was going to be more than difficult.
On his way to work, Irvin received a call. He rerouted and soon arrived at the hospital.
“Irvin, what happened? How did you hurt your hand?”
Irvin looked at Julianne, who was anxiously cradling his injured hand. A mix of emotions washed over him.
stricken with worry.
At home, he had deliberately waved his injured hand in front of me, fighting over bowls and plates. Yet, I acted as if I didn’t see it at all, saying nothing to show concern. Instead, I thought so ill of him that he wanted me dead.
When did things become this way?
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