Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Novels & Stories

even if he was cold. Now, I glanced at his handsome face, then looked down. The old excitement and joy were gone. I watched his steady, tall back as he walked away. I didn't know when he returned. But since he was back, the divorce should happen soon, right? I had made up my mind. I didn't dwell on him anymore. I returned to my desk. I immediately started working. Half an hour later, Herbert called. "Make two coffees. Bring them to Archer's office."

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

“Matthew… you are talking about control.” “And what is wrong with that?” “What is wrong,” she said slowly, “is that you are acting as though the two of you are still operating on the same understanding.” His fingers tightened against the steering wheel. “We are still married.” “Are you?” Sophie asked quietly. Matthew did not respond. “You just told me she signed the divorce papers,” she continued. “And now you are surprised she is making independent decisions.” His grip loosened slightly, then tightened again. “That does not mean she gets to—”

The bills scattered in front of Arthur's face and slowly fell to the ground. This was the first time in his life that someone was throwing money in his face. He became angry out of humiliation. After wiping his face, he said in disdain, "Do you think you're great now that you've been on television twice and created some art? "I hate people like you the most who go back on their word and bother others. You delayed the divorce for so long and only did it after six months.

The hug lasted only a few seconds. Yet somehow it carried decades. Years of absence. Years of unanswered questions. Years of grief. Not erased. Nothing erased grief. But something settled. Something finally found its place. When they stepped apart, Arthur quickly wiped at his eyes. Embarrassed. Or pretending to be. "Don't tell anyone about that." His voice was rough. "I have a reputation to maintain." The attempt at humor worked. Barely. But it worked. Elara laughed through her tears.

"Because of him, my wife filed for divorce." Lydia's brow furrowed. What was the connection? "They were having an affair and my wife filed for divorce. It was a while ago, but still. Especially since he refused to finance my company a month ago." Okay. Lydia could understand a little about the wife of the man in front of her. But the refusal to finance? That didn't make any sense to Lydia. If what the man in front of her was offering was not profitable, who would want to fund it?

Now he finally admitted I had power only because he needed it. “Do you remember the message you sent me on the day of our divorce?” I asked. His expression shifted. I said it for him. “If she wants to leave, let her leave clean.” The room went quiet. “I left with twenty-six dollars,” I continued. “Your mother said I had lived off the Crane family for three years. Your sister said marrying you was already more than I deserved. You never said a word for me.” Sebastian frowned. “That was in the past.”

He looked as though he wanted to ask again but he didn't. Instead, he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "I know I don't deserve another chance." I remained where I was. "But I love you." My hand tightened around the back of the chair. He didn't look away. "I should have said it years ago." My arms folded tightly across my chest. "Years ago, you told me you loved someone else." His jaw tightened. "I know." "You asked me for a divorce." "I watched you ask the housekeeper to pack my things."

Won't you please come back to me? I would most probably have softened and caved in my past life the moment I saw him admitting defeat to me like this. Now, I just found him noisy and annoying. "I don't have any feelings for you anymore," I said coldly. "It no longer concerns me who you marry or divorce. "Kindly refrain from disturbing my life again. I do not have any obligations to continue acting like a slave to anyone else." The decisiveness in my words wounded him deeply. "But we've been married for so many years! Are you telling me that it was fake all along? Are you seriously not going to give me another chance?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. My client is prepared to be very generous. More generous than before. He understands that emotions are running high. He is willing to forgive and forget, provided you agree to certain reasonable boundaries." "Boundaries." I said the word like it tasted bad. "Regarding your newfound family connections. David simply wants assurance that Arthur Sterling will not involve himself in the divorce proceedings. If you can guarantee that, the original settlement offer stands. If not, well." He let the threat hang. "David has resources of his own. People who are not intimidated by old money." I looked out the window. Arthur was down there, walking the garden path with Harold, ges