Urging Him to Get a Divorce novel Chapter 4

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Aveline chose another man’s car over Xavier’s. Seeing this, the driver returned uneasily to Xavier and stammered, “Mr. Beltran, Mrs. Beltran, she…”

As the black Maybach disappeared from view, Xavier coolly withdrew his gaze. “It’s fine,” he said, his voice flat.

Leona stepped forward from behind him, her tone thick with displeasure. “Aveline has become unbearably arrogant since marrying you. How dare she ride off in another man’s car right in front of you! Xavier, you must put her in her place.”

Nearby, Vincent and Eileen exchanged a glance, both looking equally unconvinced.

For years, they had mocked Aveline in private, labeling her nothing more than Xavier’s desperate simp.

Who was that woman, acting so cold and dismissive in front of Xavier, as though he meant nothing to her? What had gotten into Aveline?

Sure enough, her previous humility had all been an act. Now that she had finally secured the title of Mrs. Beltran, she no longer felt the need to pretend.

Eileen whispered in Vincent’s ear, “Just you wait. Once Xavier dumps Aveline, she’ll be crying her eyes out, begging him to take her back.”

Vincent let out a contemptuous laugh in agreement.

Josephine looked up at Xavier, assuming he’d be furious. To her surprise, he didn’t seem to care.

He smiled faintly and then said to her, “Let’s go. I’ll take you

back.”

She nodded with a sweet smile.

Since Xavier wasn’t upset, it only proved one thing–he didn’t care about Aveline at all.

***

After sending Josephine home, Xavier went back to Winslow Heights. Everything was pitch black when he pushed open the door.

Aveline hadn’t come back yet?

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Ever since she moved in, the apartment had always been lit up whenever he came home. Now, the darkness was a bit unnerving.

He turned on the light and walked inside. After taking off his coat and tossing it onto the living room sofa, he entered the bedroom. There, he removed his suit jacket and tossed it onto the bench at the foot of the bed.

As he took a shower in the bathroom, something felt off, but he didn’t dwell on it.

It was only when he went to the walk–in closet for his nightwear that he realized how empty it

was.

Aveline’s clothes and accessories were gone.

With only a bath towel around his waist, he stood motionless, lost in thought. Then it occurred to him that the villa in Parkview Estates was now fully renovated, so she must have moved there.

He let out a short, dismissive laugh, put on his nightwear, and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, as he was leaving for work, he saw the coat on the sofa and paused, slightly stunned.

Over the past year, Aveline had seen to all his daily needs. It had slipped his mind that his clothes didn’t put themselves away.

He left the coat where it was and went out.

When he arrived at the office, his special assistant, Claude Steele, followed him in and laid on his desk the letters that had arrived over the past three days.

Spotting the words “Beacon Law Firm” on the top envelope, Xavier picked it up and skimmed it.

Leona, who had always found Aveline calculating, had suggested that he have her sign a prenuptial agreement. This must be it.

Just then, Claude reminded him of a meeting in ten minutes. He nodded, tossed the envelope into a drawer, and headed to the conference room.

***

Aveline had drunk a lot the night before. After coming back to the studio, she lay in bed and soon fell asleep, sleeping dreamlessly through the night.

When she woke the next morning, she felt fine, without any hint of a hangover, which surprised

her.

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She had never had a drop of alcohol before becoming an adult. After that, believing Xavier hated the smell of alcohol on women, she had never dared to drink. She’d never realized she could hold her liquor so well.

Nevertheless, too much alcohol wasn’t good for her health, and she should still drink less.

Still in bed, she stretched and stared up at the ceiling. From now on, she didn’t have to get up carly to spend so much time planning Xavier’s breakfast and outfit. It was liberating.

She got up, took a shower, and made herself a simple yet nutritious breakfast. Shortly after, Jasmine Scott and Julian Poole, the co–founders of the studio, entered the door.

Jasmine had been Aveline’s college roommate, while Julian was a senior one year ahead of them.

After graduation, Jasmine and Julian had worked for a famous design company while also taking on freelance work. Once they had saved enough money, they invited Aveline to join them as a co- founder.

Initially, Jasmine and Julian had envisioned a larger firm with more talent. But Aveline hadn’t wanted to invest that much time in her career. Her priority was to be Xavier’s perfect wife and manage his daily life, and a small studio was sufficient for her.

Recognizing her exceptional design talent and not wanting to lose her, Jasmine and Julian agreed to her terms.

They hadn’t known Aveline had stayed in the studio.

Upon seeing Aveline putting the plates away, Jasmine teased with a smile, “You’re here early. Julian and I were saying on the way here that you wouldn’t come over after Xavier went out.”

Aveline smiled while washing the plates in the kitchen. Then she went back to the living room and said, “I moved here three days ago.

“I’ll be staying here for a while until I find a suitable place to rent.‘

Both Jasmine and Julian looked at her in surprise. As a man, Julian felt it was inappropriate for him to speak up, so he just shot Jasmine a silent glance.

Jasmine, however, had always been close with Aveline. She asked with a playful, mischievous smile, “What happened? Did you and Xavier have a fight?”

Aveline replied, her tone still flat, “I’m planning to get a divorce.”

The smile on Jasmine’s face froze.

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After a moment of stunned silence, Julian said, “I’m gonna put the kettle on and make us some

tea.”

He immediately made a beeline for the kitchen, without even putting down his bag.

Jasmine walked over to Aveline and sat down, looking worried. “What happened? Well, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

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