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.”

at him again, expressionlessly opening

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

to the amusement park this weekend,

out of the car with agile

until Aaron’s commanding figure vanished through the precinct doors.

“Thank you.

to

insisted on him going abroad for “recuperation“, he couldn’t stay in any

home, he was greeted by 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 damage was estimated in the millions.

place was

expected Gary, known for his love of money, to erupt in

them with a detached “I know,” and left

stairs

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was

room when April’s call

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

serves no purpose. The longer you wait, the looser my lips get. If I let slip some unsavory details, won’t that

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

a cripple now, with no shares, no power, barely clinging to life. What use do you have

full of scorn and resentment, “All 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

The call ended.

as silent as a grave.

the knife and dialed his trusted associate Jackson,

gear. Before we leave, we’ll see Barry one last time. The last time in this life.” With that,

The Fairhaven family.

his study with his secretary, sorting through his

are you truly resolved to transfer

desk, double–checking his boss‘ intent. “Once you hand these over to Mr. Fairhaven, you’re essentially putting

resignation in his eyes. “I’m

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

head. I’m knocking on death’s door. What use is

If I cling to power, I’ll only plunge the 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