Heartbroken Billionaire: Begging for Redemption novel Chapter 2

The next day, in the courthouse parking lot, Howard sat in his Maybach, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his left hand.

"Howard, you and Meg have been married for a year now. You should hurry up and have a child," came an old woman's voice from the phone.

Howard's expression softened. He looked slightly helpless, but patient.

"We're still young, Grandma. There's no rush. You should focus on your health, and as for Grandpa, he—"

"No rush? How can we not be anxious?" Bethany Tate interrupted sharply. "Your grandfather may be better now, but we're both old. Who knows when we'll close our eyes for good?"

"Grandma…"

Bethany's voice turned stern. "Don't try to change the subject. I've heard the rumors as well. You mustn't mistreat Meg."

Howard fell silent for a moment before hearing Bethany's voice again. "Do you hear me?" she asked.

He rubbed his brow, answering, "Yes, Grandma."

After a few more words, Howard ended the call.

His fingers resumed their tapping as his gaze drifted toward the courthouse.

He pressed his lips together and opened his WhatsApp. His finger bypassed the contact for a certain floral designer saved as "My Love" and scrolled down to open the chat with "Megan".

The last message was a reminder of their morning meeting in the courthouse to finalize their divorce. However, there was no sign of Megan.

Frowning slightly, he sent her a message.

"Where are you?"

The next moment, a knock on the window drew Howard's attention to Megan's face, which was a little pale.

She opened the door, got into the passenger seat, and glanced his way, noting that he was still wearing the clothes she had picked out for him yesterday. For years, she had taken care of everything for him, from the smallest details like his cologne and ties to his tailored shirts and suits.

"Why are you so late?" he asked.

Megan withdrew her gaze. "I'm not late, though."

She just wasn't doing what she did before—arriving far too early, foolishly waiting on his every word.

Howard's tapping stopped, his brows furrowing as he turned to her.

She looked rather pale, likely due to the lack of sleep following last night's talk about divorce.

But that wasn't anything serious.

"Grandma just called me," Howard said as he looked away. "Don't tell her or Grandpa about our divorce. They're too old to handle that kind of shock."

Megan didn't agree right away. Instead, she asked, "What did she say?"

"She urged us to have children."

Howard's eyes narrowed just a fraction, a look of impatience surfacing.

Silence stretched between them.

Then Megan let out a soft laugh.

Howard's left hand clenched into a fist as he stared silently out the window. He had once wondered what their child would look like and when it would be born.

In moments of intimacy, he had caressed her belly and whispered, "Meg, when will you have my child?"

But she never got pregnant, which was fine. They were going to remarry in half a year, so it wouldn't be too late to try for a baby once they were together again.

But Alyssa only had six months left to live.

Outside the car, people came and went. After about three seconds of silence, Megan said, "Howie, I'd like to ask you one last time. Do you want to go through with this divorce?"

He was truly mad now. "Are you thinking of backing out now?"

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