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.”

look at him again,

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

the amusement park this weekend, have some fun, watch the fireworks.”

he got out of the car with agile movements.

Aaron’s commanding figure vanished through the precinct doors. His pale lips muttered

“Thank you.

forward to

on him going abroad for

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

this place was like being

his love of money, to erupt in

know,” and left

stairs

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calm was even more

entered the barren room when April’s call came through,

your years in comfort. Isn’t it time

at his pride, “Dragging your feet serves no purpose. The longer you wait, the looser my lips get. If I let slip some unsavory details, won’t that

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.

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

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 you won’t like to hear!”

The call ended.

was as silent as

set down the knife and dialed his

the gear. Before we leave, we’ll see Barry one last time. The last time in this life.” With that, he rose and left the room,

The Fairhaven family.

night, Barry was in his study with his secretary, sorting through his assets and

Fairhaven, are you truly resolved to transfer

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

a hint of resignation in his eyes. “I’m well aware. Why else would I have you draft

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

his head. I’m knocking on death’s door. What

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,