His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 769

Aaron’s brow furrowed tighter, his gaze growing icier by the second,

“So you’re telling me to back off?”

Jareth’s throat felt parched, and just as his lips parted to speak, Aaron cut in, “Ever since I found out you two were head over heels for each other, I’ve kept myself on the sidelines. Hell, I even avoided Marilla to keep you from getting the wrong idea, despite how much I cared for her. Jareth, the ball’s always been in your court, whether it was your issues or your family’s. Now that you’ve split up, why can’t I have my shot?”

A piercing retort landed squarely in Jareth’s chest, leaving him stunned and speechless.

“You two are over. There’s nothing wrong with me pursuing Marilla now. If you still love her, then go ahead, spill your guts to her. We can have an honest competition. You can try to reignite whatever you had, and I won’t interfere. But here you are, asking me to step aside and hand you the opportunity. Mr. Fairhaven, don’t you think that’s a bit overbearing?”

Aaron’s voice was edged with an unwelcoming chill, each word deliberate, “Your feelings for Marilla are genuine, but aren’t mine just as real? You’d die for her, and you think I wouldn’t? What’s the point in saying all this to a rival, other than to pat yourself on the back?”

Guilt, self–reproach, and resentment, a multitude of emotions tore through Jareth’s weary soul.

That time, on the art school’s rooftop, if it hadn’t been for Aaron’s shrewd negotiation skills and swift reflexes saving Marilla from the clutches of a thug, Jareth might have lost his love forever.

“Can I see Marilla?”

Jareth’s eyes were red rimmed, his plea desperate and humble, “I swear, I won’t interfere with you two, I won’t fight or compete anymore. Just let me see her, okay?”

“If there’s nothing else, I have work to get back to.”

didn’t look at him again, expressionlessly opening the

half his body out of the car, dropping a heavy decision with

her to the amusement park this weekend, have

of the car with

Jareth a long while to regain his composure, until Aaron’s commanding figure vanished

“Thank you.

forward to Friday.

was discharged from the hospital, and because Barry insisted on him going abroad for “recuperation“, he couldn’t stay in any longer even if

claiming that Mrs. Fairhaven had come in the morning with

this place was like

known for his love of

merely acknowledged them with a detached “I know,”

stairs

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this abnormal calm was even

the barren room when

and live out your years in comfort. Isn’t it

sarcasm, her words prodding at his pride, “Dragging your feet serves no purpose. The longer you wait, the looser my lips get. If I let slip some unsavory

knife from the coffee table and emotionlessly began carving letters into the expensive mahogany, “April, I used to be your husband anyway. I’ve never skimped on taking care of you since you married into the Fairhaven family. I didn’t want it to come to this, and I still have feelings for you. Can we renegotiate the divorce settlement? You’re practically cleaning me out.

barely clinging to life. What use do you have for such a luxury as dignity?”

these years, I’ve been Mrs. Fairhaven in name only, while you never gave me a second glance, gallivanting around with your wild parties as if I were nothing but a decoration! That I could tolerate, but you hid your infertility from me, pinning the blame on me for not having. kids, making me the butt of jokes among the Elmsworth elite, the hen that can’t lay eggs! Gary, do you think 1 would have married you if not for your Fairhaven family name? Stripped of the Fairhaven Group’s halo, you’re less than a beggar on the street. I’ve waited long for this day! Tomorrow morning is your final deadline. If you don’t sign, I’ll go straight to Barry myself. Don’t push me to say something

The call ended.

silent as

an impassive face, Gary set down the knife and dialed his trusted associate

The last time in this life.” With that, he rose and

The Fairhaven family.

was in his study with

are you truly resolved to transfer all this to Mr.

looked incredulously across the polished mahogany desk, double–checking his boss‘ intent. “Once you hand these over to Mr. Fairhaven, you’re essentially putting the

eyes. “I’m well aware. Why else

life’s work. Without you, it wouldn’t exist.

to his laughter as he shook his head. I’m knocking on death’s door. What use is a business empire to me? You can’t take

the makings of a leader. He inherited Kris‘ sharp intellect, keeps his wits about him despite his wild ways, and he’s got the likes of Thaddeus as a friend. That boy’s path is only going to broaden from here. I was too harsh, using his uncle as leverage against him,