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

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

to take her to the amusement park this weekend, have some fun, watch the

got out of the car with agile movements.

until Aaron’s commanding

“Thank you.

to Friday.

Barry insisted on him going abroad for “recuperation“, he couldn’t stay in any longer even if he/wanted

greeted by chaos. The servants rushed to him, claiming that Mrs. Fairhaven had come in the morning with a crew, taking all

divorce, this place was like being robbed.

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

merely acknowledged them with a detached “I know,” and left them

stairs

Chapter 769)

was even more

barren room when April’s call came through,

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

voice dripped with sarcasm, her words prodding at his pride, “Dragging your feet serves no purpose. The longer you wait, the looser my lips get. If I

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. At the end of the day, I’m still

no shares, no power, barely clinging to life. What

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 long for this

The call ended.

silent as

down the knife and

Barry one last time. The last time in this life.” With that, he rose and left the room, leaving behind

The Fairhaven family.

study with his secretary, sorting through

Fairhaven, are you truly resolved to

you hand these over to Mr. Fairhaven, you’re essentially putting

his pen, a hint of resignation in his eyes. “I’m well aware. Why else would I have you draft up the paperwork?”

work. Without you, it wouldn’t exist. Are you truly ready to let go

I’m knocking on death’s door. What use is a business empire to me? You can’t

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 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 I had stepped down sooner, handed