Chapter 10
“That’s right. I want nothing but to divorce you.”
Those were Flint’s cold, final words from her previous life, the ones that echoed relentlessly in her mind even as death approached. Every time they resurfaced, they tore at her heart like jagged shards of glass.
She knew that if she didn’t divorce him now, her heart would be shattered beyond repair.
Sometimes, cutting ties, no matter how painful, was the only way to heal.
Better to suffer one deep wound that can heal than to endure fresh pain atop old scars that will never mend.
Lucille mentioned the word divorce so casually as if she were discussing an insignificant matter.
Seeing her like this, Flint couldn’t ignore the unsettling anxiety that had taken root in him since yesterday, ever since she signed the divorce papers.
The emotion swelled within him. Although his expression remained calm, his eyes darkening like a storm ready to consume everything in its path, including the unruffled Lucille.
“Those shares were given to me by Old Master Ashworth after we got married. They were meant to be a safeguard, in case you ever mistreated me. They gave me a bit of power in my hands…”
After saying that, she paused to choose her next words carefully before continuing, “But you, even though you never loved me, you weren’t heartless enough to abandon me without food or warmth. Now that we’re getting divorced, I just want a clean break. There’s no reason for me to keep those shares.”
Even though the 5% stake she mentioned was worth billions, Lucille spoke as if it held no value to her.
Her words carried a weight that Flint couldn’t ignore; a weight that told him she wanted to sever ties completely.
“As for the divorce settlement, I don’t need that either. It’s yours. Since we’re parting ways, let’s do it cleanly. Don’t you agree, Mr. Ashworth?”
She said it calmly without any ripple in her voice.
Even the manner she addressed him changed from Flint to Mr. Ashworth.
The unfamiliarity of it all made him feel an intense sense of rejection.
The more distant she became, the more the panic buried deep within Flint’s heart surged, threatening to overwhelm him.
He couldn’t understand why these emotions were rising, but they left him breathless as if the air itself had been taken away.
When Lucille finished her words and saw Flint’s stony silence, a flicker of impatience crossed her face.
She glanced at her watch, and her brow wrinkled slightly. “We’ve got less than an hour left. Let’s go. Don’t waste any more time.” Then, she turned and sat on the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind her.
Meanwhile, the Ashworth Corporation was in turmoil.
Is Mr. Ashworth getting a divorce?
It should be true because Mrs. Ashworth said it herself.
Didn’t you see Mr. Ashworth followed her out just now?
I think it’s true.
Regardless of what Flint might have been thinking, ambitious female employees in the company began to stir with excitement.
After all, who wouldn’t be interested in a man as handsome, wealthy, and powerful as him?
The opportunity to become the wife of a billionaire was too tempting to resist.
Among them, Alicia was the most eager. The earlier reprimand from Lucille was already forgotten.
She had the best opportunity at the Ashworth Corporation. After all, she was the only person Flint had ever taken out.
If she became Mrs. Ashworth, Lucille would be nothing more than a distant memory.
