Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Novels & Stories

"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 says, smiling like it’s nothing. I shake my head. “No. You’ve just got a big head.” It’s meant to be a tease. Light. Playful. But Arthur stops moving. His eyes darken, fixing on me like I’ve said something greater than manwhore or bastard,something that strikes deeper. But then I see it,the flicker of mischief, the corners of his mouth twitching as he pretends to be offended. “You noticed my big head and decided to marry me? Is that the reason for our divorce?” he murmurs, voice dipping into something low, something sharp. “My big head?”

He ran inside, taking the stairs two steps at a time. His feet carried him to their room, but there was no trace of Leigh. The immaculate bed looks the same as when they left this morning. “Leigh!” He called out, his voice echoing in the vast hall. “Sir, she did not come back here,” Arthur informed him when he called his security to ask. It was then that everything dawned on him and with a sinking feeling, he finally admitted Leigh will not be coming back. They’re divorced. Rocky went back to their room and locked himself in.

"Arthur, please, don't tell me you believe that bullshit news. If a total stranger can claim she was once married to my son, then maybe I am the president's mistress." Arthur silences her with a sharp raise of his hand. "Don't lie to me, Georgia," he barks. "I’m not a fool. The Sterlings might have buried the records under a mountain, but I have people who dig where the sun doesn't shine. I know about the girl. I know about the secret divorce. And now a woman is on national television claiming you couldn't perform." "It's a ploy. My ex-wife is trying to stir up drama. She wants attention, and the press is giving it to her."

“Five years, just gone like that?” “No children, no legacy. It makes sense.” My chest caved inward. My hands shook so violently I nearly dropped the glass. Divorce? We weren’t divorced. I had never signed papers. He had never spoken of it. Jason’s smirk deepened, feeding on my devastation. “And tonight,” he continued smoothly, “I step into the next chapter of my life with the woman who embodies everything this company stands for.” He turned, dropped to one knee, and the ballroom gasped as though choreographed.

I stepped back and saw that Arthur angrily glared at me, “What is wrong with you, babe?” “Arthur….The doctor will help you…” I said softly and kissed his forehead. “Your pain, your mind, they’ll help you fix everything….just trust them, alright?” "No, Lily, I'm not crazy! Stop them! Fuck you! Why are you doing this to me? " Arthur pleaded with me, but they had already put him in the white van. Then, as they were leaving, Jessica grabbed me and dragged me outside, where she threw all of my things and said, "What you did to my son ruined our name! you leave this place! I will give you both the divorce papers. Arthur will sign it, and he won't give you anything in return!"

Arthur looked anxious as he declared, "You can't do this to Ms. Carter, Mr. Walter! You two have already gotten a divorce!" Hearing that, Walter put the phone away before snarling through gritted teeth, "I never agreed to it, so it doesn't count! In any case, she cheated on me behind my back and got herself knocked up with some bastard child. Don't I have the right to teach her a lesson?" Arthur had seen the live stream and the tragedy that was happening to me. The moment he found out, he immediately got in touch with his boss, Jeremy, and rushed over as well.

He asked, concerned. Khloe blinked by the tears and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. Arthur offered her his handkerchief to which she collected. Khloe Ferguson hesitated a bit and sighed, “That's Ethan Foster, my ex husband and his wife, Katrina,” she replied to him. “Oh, I never knew you were divorced?” Arthur lied, Hoping to gain her trust by pretending to not know the rumours. “I know it's all over the news, you don't have to pretend. And I'm glad I left that family,” she said.

As if her lips were glued together, she couldn't utter a single word. She couldn't say anything when the intimidating man standing in front of her gave off a foreboding aura that crushed her insides. “Haley Woods, thank you for showing me how heartless you can be-” his heavy words dragged her attention. “If you didn't care about how I'd feel, didn't you ever think about your family who mourned your death every day?” Her family? “You wanted to be free?” He chuckled, retrieving something from his pocket. “You didn't have to go to such an extent. Here's the divorce you've always wanted desperately. From this day on, we're no longer Mr. And Mrs. Nash!”