After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 122

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Jeffrey glanced at Riley, excused himself to take a call, and walked to the window. He answered with a warm voice, as always, “What’s up?”

“You still haven’t given me an answer to yesterday’s question,” Rebecca spoke calmly with him, not wanting any conflict at that moment.

Jeffrey asked, “Our divorce?”

“Yes,” Rebecca replied.

“I’m not available on Thursday,” Jeffrey replied. As CEO of the Hanson Group, he spent every day putting out fires, and on top of that, he was running PrimePlay Technologies, too.

Given all the hats he wore, unless he made a point of freeing up time, his calendar was always jam–packed.

“Then when do you have time?” Rebecca knew he was always busy and wasn’t accusing him of dodging her. “Let’s pick a date, so I can request some time off too.”

“Drop by my office on Monday,” Jeffrey said, all business. “I’ll have Gregory send you my current schedule, and we’ll figure out a time that works for both of us.”

Rebecca’s brows furrowed. She really didn’t fancy being alone with Jeffrey at PrimePlay Technologies, because everyone there loved to gossip way too much.

“If you’re not up for that, then you’ll just have to wait until Gregory sorts my schedule and I send it over,” Jeffrey added, offering a backup plan.

Rebecca replied without missing a beat, “I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

Waiting for Gregory to sort things out could take forever. If she wanted to keep things from getting messy, she had to take matters into her own hands.

“Alright,” Jeffrey replied and hung up, then immediately called Gregory, telling him to make sure his calendar was packed from morning till night.

It was Monday soon. As usual, the morning started with a meeting that lasted about half an hour.

When the meeting wrapped up, everyone started packing up their stuff and heading out.

Rebecca took her time packing up, shooting a glance at Jeffrey, silently wishing he’d give her a work excuse to stay behind. After all, this was the conference room, and even the oflice gossip wouldn’t have much material

here.

But Jeffrey stayed silent, not saying a single word. With other people still in the room, Rebecca’s lingering any longer would only make things awkwardly obvious.

Just as she sat back down at her desk, her phone buzzed with a message: [Thought we were supposed to talk. Why’d you leave?]

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Rebecca could only pause, momentarily lost for words. ‘Is he seriously clueless about why I left?‘ Rebecca thought, exasperated.

“Jane,” Rebecca said, doing her best to keep it together, “I need to step out for a bit. Is that okay?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Jane replied, always easygoing with her.

Rebecca grabbed a couple of tissues and left her desk, making it look like she was just heading to the

restroom.

When she got to Jeffrey’s office, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped inside.

Jeffrey pulled up the schedule Gregory had sent him and let her take a look. “When do you think we should file for the divorce?”

Rebecca scanned his schedule, trying to figure it out. Every morning and afternoon was booked solid with high–priority meetings and project work. It seemed like there was zero wiggle room.

“I’m not really familiar with all your meetings and collaborations,” Rebecca said, leaving the choice up to him. “Just as long as it’s sometime this week or next.”

Letting this drag on would only work against Rebecca. ‘What if, like Ian had warned, Jeffrey changes his mind and doesn’t want a divorce after all? That would be a disaster,‘ she thought.

“You really want to end this?” Jeffrey asked, his voice steady but with a hint of something else.

Rebecca didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

Jeffrey asked, “Not even a little regret?”

“None at all,” Rebecca replied sharply, shutting down any doubts.

Of course, that wasn’t completely true. Five years of marriage, and his care and thoughtfulness weren’t things she could just forget so easily.

But there were boundaries that simply couldn’t be crossed, and certain things she’d never get over. Everything that happened between him and Andrea was like a shadow in her mind, refusing to fade away.

“You know I never wanted a divorce,” Jeffrey finally came clean, his eyes locked on hers. “I was just indulging you before, letting you vent.”

Rebecca didn’t crack a smile. “I’m not joking around here,” she said, utterly serious.

Jeffrey frowned, pushing back, “You seriously think I’m just messing with you now?”

This moment hit Rebecca like a ton of bricks, and panic suddenly clawed at her chest. She thought, ‘Crap, what if Jeffrey really won’t let me go?

‘Take him to court? Get evidence that he’s cheating? Andrea covers his tracks way too well. Besides, when it comes to a legal fight with Jeffrey, I’m totally outmatched.‘

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“Since you called me over, that must mean there’s still something to talk about,” Rebecca said, grasping at any shred of hope. “Just be straight with me. What do you want? What’ll it take for you to agree to our divorce?”

“I’m not divorcing you,” Jeffrey said flatly, putting his cards on the table.

Rebecca’s temper snapped. “Don’t go overboard, Jeffrey.”

Jeffrey didn’t take his eyes off her for a second. “I know I’ll never find another you, Rebecca. And I know if I let you go, you’ll never be the one who turns back.”

Rebecca just let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, really? Did you care about any of that when you spent the night with Andrea at Harmony Estate?

“Or when you started moving your money around? Did you think, while tearing me down, that maybe I’d end up hating you forever?”

“I can explain,” Jeffrey said, still calm as ever. “If you’d just hear me out.”

Rebecca crossed her arms, chin up, and stubborn as ever. “Don’t bother. After all this time, no fancy speech is going to change my mind.”

Jeffrey saw how Rebecca worked up. If he refused her this time, she’d definitely do something wild, something he honestly couldn’t even predict.

Jeffrey thought, ‘But divorce? That is absolutely off the table.’

“Next Friday at three,” Jeffrey said.

Rebecca froze for a moment. “Huh?”

Jeffrey repeated, “We’ll get divorced.”

Rebecca paused, raising an eyebrow questioningly. She shot him a suspicious look, not quite believing he’d just thrown that out there so casually.

“But I have one condition,” Jeffrey said. “After the divorce, if Samuel wants to visit me, you can’t stop him. And during school breaks, if I want to take him somewhere, you can’t interfere.”

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