Urging Him to Get a Divorce novel Chapter 2

After telling Fiona what had happened, Aveline hung up, freshened up, and then took out her suitcase to pack her belongings.

Compared to the villa in Parkview Estates, the apartment in Winslow Heights wasn’t exactly spacious–it was just over two hundred square meters. Xavier, a man who cherished his solitude, had lived here alone. A year ago, upon her graduation and their engagement, Lauren–already considering Aveline her future daughter–in–law–insisted she move in to see to Xavier’s daily needs. Despite his stony silence, Aveline had moved in happily.

In just one year, she had filled the space with her presence. The once–empty apartment had been transformed into a cozy home. The plants and flowers thriving on the balcony were ones she had carefully selected at the flower market and had nurtured meticulously every day.

She packed only her clothes and daily necessities. As for everything else she left behind—if Josephine hated it and asked Xavier to throw it all away, so be it.

With her suitcase in hand, she left without a backward glance, feeling not even a trace of

reluctance.

There was no way she would return to the Sutton villa to face the barbs of Courtney and Josephine.

Nor could she go back to her grandparents. They had never fully recovered from the hit of her mother’s passing, and their only wish was for her to be happy forever. She was determined to hide the truth from them until the divorce was finalized.

Fortunately, a plan was already in place. She and her university friends had intended to start a studio, and just a few days ago, they had rented a modest apartment of about seventy square meters. She could stay there for a while. All she needed now was some bedding and a few basic kitchenware items.

Three days later, around 8:00 p.m., Xavier emerged from Entora International Airport. He slid into the back of his black Bentley and directed the driver to head to Winslow Heights.

En route, his childhood friend Gerald Henderson called. “You landed already?”

“Yes,” he said.

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“Perfect. Join us at Velvet Club.”

Rubbing his temple, Xavier declined flatly, “I’ll pass. I’m beat.”

Gerald urged, “Oh, come on. It’s a belated birthday celebration for Josie. You’re really not coming? She’ll be devastated. We’re all waiting for you to cut the cake.”

A faint smile touched Xavier’s lips. “On my way.”

After hanging up, he ordered the driver to reroute to the club.

Just as he stepped out of the car at the entrance, his phone rang again. It was Lauren. “Did you have a row with Aveline?” she asked.

“Why do you ask?” he responded lightly, pushing open the club’s door and stepping inside.

“She was supposed to try on the wedding dress, but she cancelled,” Lauren said.

Just then, Xavier spotted Josephine waving to him from the staircase. He nodded in her direction and spoke into the phone, “Don’t worry about it. She’ll show up again in a few days. I’ll talk to you later.”

After ending the call, he glanced at his phone. Only then did he realize that Aveline hadn’t called or even texted him in the past three days.

In the past, whether he was away on business or simply in town, she would call him daily. If he didn’t answer, she would inevitably message him, checking in on him.

A faint smile touched his lips as it occurred to him that they were now legally married.

She must have felt entitled to throw these tantrums, now that she was officially his wife.

He walked upstairs, and Josephine immediately linked her arm with his, smiling as they ascended together, “You must be starving after the long flight, right?”

Looking at her, he teased lightly, “I’ve never met anyone who celebrates their birthday three days late.”

“I didn’t get to blow out the candles or eat any cake that day. Of course, I want a do–over.” She pouted.

Just inside the private room, Aveline’s hand froze on the door handle as she heard the familiar voices from the hallway.

Behind her, Fiona whispered, “Is that Josephine and Xavier?”

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Of course, Aveline recognized their voices, too. So, Xavier, who had been completely three days, was here. And, unsurprisingly, he was still with Josephine.

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He had already celebrated Josephine’s birthday once–in his exclusive presidential suite at the Beltran Hotel three days ago. Now they needed another celebration at the club? How hard they tried to invent excuses to be together.

Whenever she had wanted to spend a holiday with him, he’d always had a convenient reason to refuse. A belated birthday celebration for her? That had always been nothing more than a foolish

fantasy.

The difference in who mattered to him couldn’t possibly have been more glaring.

Fiona shot a cautious, observing glance at Aveline’s face before venturing, “Perhaps we should go out later.”

But Aveline had already made her decision to divorce, which meant she no longer cared. She felt no need to hide from them. After all, she wasn’t the one engaged in a shameful affair.

With that, she pushed down on the handle and opened the door.

In the hallway, Xavier and Josephine stood hand–in–hand. Hearing the adjacent private room door open, they turned simultaneously.

Xavier seemed momentarily stunned, but his gaze quickly deepened into an unreadable calm, any emotion at seeing Aveline so unexpectedly sealed away. To him, she might as well have been a

stranger.

Josephine, on the other hand, looked openly surprised. With a sly smile, she arched an eyebrow and reached into Xavier’s coat pocket. “Darling,” she cooed in an affectedly syrupy voice, “did you remember to buy me a gift?”

Josephine pulled a red velvet box from his pocket and beamed, “There is a gift! Thank you, Darling. You’re the best.”

Xavier glanced at the box, a light, absent smile touching his lips. He said nothing.

Meanwhile, Aveline walked out of the private room and turned toward the restroom, her expression utterly serene.

Fiona, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, followed closely behind.

It was the first time Xavier had seen Aveline so composed when she looked at him. Her gaze as she passed him was like a still lake, utterly without ripples. He found his eyes inexplicably drawn to her retreating figure.

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Chapter 2

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She had surely grown bold. The title of Mrs. Beltran had given her the nerve to actually.

him.

Noticing his lingering gaze, Josephine tightened her grip on his arm. “Darling, let’s Everyone’s waiting for us to cut the cake.”

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