Too Good for You: The Ex-Wife You Lost novel Chapter 6

Noelle's gaze remained cold as she stared at Clifford. "You've got an hour before your partners arrive."

Just then, Zayne walked in, hand in hand with Lola. He was clutching a gigantic tub of ice cream. Completely brainwashed by Lola, he was convinced Noelle was just playing hard to get.

So instead of feeling worried, he urged, "Just sign the papers, Dad! Mom's never had a job, so she has no idea how tough it is to make money. Once you're divorced, she'll finally realize how good you've been treating her."

Georgia could only stare in disbelief. Was this really Noelle's biological son? If Noelle hadn't given prior instructions to focus on a clean, swift divorce, she'd have lashed out at both father and son.

Noelle's cold gaze swept over Zayne. "You're one hell of a son, Zayne."

He shoveled another heaping spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and defiantly shot back, "Who cares! You're just stingy and never let me have ice cream. Ms. Perez is way nicer. She buys me the biggest tubs!"

He held up the container to show it off. "Once you and Dad are divorced, you can't tell me what to do anymore. I can eat as much as I want!"

Clifford frowned. "You know you have a sensitive stomach, Zayne. Don't eat so much ice cream at once."

Off to the side, Lola smiled as she interjected, "Mr. Fuller, a child has a sensitive stomach precisely because the mother doesn't know how to give proper care. Being overprotective just makes him worse.

"Zayne is a boy. A bit of ice cream won't hurt him."

"Exactly!" Zayne chimed in. "Mom never lets me have any ice cream, and that's exactly the reason my stomach is weak since it doesn't get the chance to digest cold food. Dad, hurry up and divorce her already!"

Noelle calmly listened as if their words couldn't harm her at all. She turned her gaze to Clifford, and her voice was cold. "Well, are you going to sign or not?"

He hesitated, then finally scrawled his name on the divorce papers. His expression was gloomy as he warned, "You haven't worked in six years, so you're out of touch with society. Without my help, someone like you will never find a job."

Lola slipped in, grinning as she said, "Mr. Fuller, if Ms. Quinn can't find a job, our company can always take her as a janitor. Her talent seems to be housekeeping, after all."

Clifford's glare snapped to her. He could mock Noelle, but for Lola, a secretary and a shameful mistress, she had no right to mock his wife.

Lola immediately lowered her head.

The unbothered Noelle checked her watch and said, "I booked an appointment this afternoon to finalize the divorce, and I hope you'll be there on time. If not, I'll file suit with the signed papers, and the court will automatically grant it. That's slower, but it'll happen."

Clifford sneered and replied, "I don't have time for paperwork. Since we've signed the papers, tell the court to handle it and declare our divorce."

He was sure of it now—Noelle had an ace up her sleeve. She'd never intended to go through with the divorce, and he was convinced that everything she did was just a desperate play to win him back by pretending to walk away.

But Noelle had gone too far this time, so he wouldn't give her an easy way out. She'd have to suffer out there on her own, and soon enough, she'd come crawling back begging for his forgiveness.

Noelle had long prepared for his refusal. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly how selfish he could be.

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