Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce の小説・ストーリー

I ask, watching Liz sit down in the chair in front of me. "According to Vivian, from marketing, it was Gisele who filed for divorce, because she is already with another man, an Argentinean businessman. "Arthur Rodrigues did not react well at all, he is still completely in love with her and everyone has commented that he is unable to accept the separation. That Arthur is completely in love with his wife, that I already knew. But that doesn't explain why he schism that he wanted Mariana now that he is single, not willingly of course.

Patricia took a deep, shaky breath to steady herself before uttering those confident words. ​ “Divorce? No, Pat, I won’t do it. I will never divorce you.” ​ “Oh, is that so? That’s quite a problem.” Arthur cut in, his eyes flashing with a sharp glare as he drew Patricia into a firm, possessive hold.“If you don’t divorce her, how can Patricia marry me?” ​ “Marry you? Pat, you’re going to marry Ann’s husband?” Aston asked, his face pale with shock. ​ Patricia smiled, not at all startled by his angry tone. She even hugged Arthur back.

"Stanley, you've changed. You weren't like this before. Loretta's an adult—what could be more important than Archie right now? He keeps crying for his dad. Don't forget what you promised Howard. You said you'd take good care of him." Stanley's eyes flickered—hesitation, then the tiniest flash of irritation. "But I really can't leave right now. Loretta... she..." It caught in his throat. He sounded tired. "Loretta wants a divorce. Hallie, I'm begging you—just take Archie to the hospital. I'll come as soon as I'm done here." "Divorce?!" Hallie gasped. The crying vanished. So did the urgency. For a beat, she almost sounded... pleased.

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.

“Miss Ward, this house does not hire women to decorate a room or charm the Don. If you enter, the children’s needs come first, the household rules second, and your curiosity last.” He pushed the gate open. “Do not ask about locked doors. Do not repeat names you hear. Do not promise the children anything you cannot keep.” I tightened my grip on my bag and nodded. Eight hours earlier, I had signed my divorce papers. Sebastian Crane’s lawyer told me the prenuptial agreement left me with no claim to the Crane family’s assets and no right to remain in the house. Sebastian did not even come. He sent his assistant with one message. “If she wants to leave, let her leave clean.”

I looked at him, his smile had disappeared now. "What happened between you and Charlie five years ago?” Marcus looked down briefly, then he continued. "He called it a mistake first." My fingers tightened around the cup. "Then he said he didn't regret it." Marcus looked away. "After the divorce, he started looking for you." His eyes returned to mine. "I was in his office today and..." He trailed off. I watched him. "What happened?" Marcus rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "It's nothing." "Marcus."

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

"And since I’m the one who actually uses it for work, I’m keeping it. The keys to the safe are exactly where they should be—with the locksmith. I had the codes changed this morning." "Rachelle, enough of this theater!" he roared. I could picture him now: pacing the study, his face flushed, the veins in his neck bulging. "You made your point at dinner. You humiliated Micah. You embarrassed me in front of my parents. Now, pack your things and come back before this gets out to the press. I’m willing to overlook the 'divorce' nonsense if you apologize to Micah." I let out a short, dry laugh. It was a sound of pure disbelief. "Apologize? To the woman who is carrying a child that isn't yours? You’

He mumbled under his breathe to the hearing of no one. Marcus needed no soothsayer to tell him that he had lost his funding and, worse, in front of his ex-wife who helped him apply for this funding program. And another sting to him was that she was with Lockwood! His rival! What the hell were they doing together?! And why the hell were they together, all acting lovey dovey? If he had known, he could have waited to secure the gig before divorcing her, but Abigail woildng stop disturbing him! Now he's sunk!