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.”

him again, expressionlessly opening the

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

take her to the amusement park

the car with

commanding figure vanished through the precinct doors.

“Thank you.

to

insisted on him going abroad for “recuperation“,

chaos. The servants rushed to him, claiming that Mrs. Fairhaven had come in the morning with a crew, taking all valuables and smashing anything they couldn’t carry. The

divorce, this place was

his love of money, to

merely acknowledged them with a detached “I know,” and left them hanging as he ascended the

stairs

Chapter 769)

was even more

entered the barren room when April’s

the hospital, about to emigrate and live out your years in comfort. Isn’t it time to hurry up with

her words prodding at his pride, “Dragging your feet serves no purpose. The longer you wait, the looser

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. At the end of the day, I’m still the Fairhaven family’s second son. You gotta

no shares, no power, barely clinging to life. What use do you have for such a

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

The call ended.

as silent as a

set down the knife and dialed his trusted

Barry one last time. The last time in this life.” With that, he rose and left the room, leaving behind the twisted, carved word “dead” on

The Fairhaven family.

of the night, Barry was in his study with his secretary, sorting through his

Fairhaven, are you truly resolved to transfer all this to Mr.

incredulously across the polished mahogany desk, double–checking his boss‘ intent. “Once you hand these over to Mr.

“I’m well aware. Why else would I have you draft up the

Group is your life’s work. Without you, it wouldn’t exist. Are you truly ready

his laughter as he shook his head. I’m knocking on death’s door. What use is a business empire to me? You

company into deeper chaos. It could drive Jareth to do something drastic. Deep down, I’ve always known he’s got 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, stubbornly standing in the way of his marriage to the Abernathy girl. It all spiraled out of control. If only