Gwyneth was left silent by Asher’s words. She hadn’t worked in years because she overexerted herself while helping him get his startup off the ground, and it took a toll on her health.
Back when Asher first started dealing with clients, he was arrogant and awful at negotiations. He couldn’t close any deals.
Gwyneth downed one drink after another, toasting clients until her stomach bled. That was how she kept landing deal after deal.
When he finally succeeded in his venture, her body was a wreck. She lost her period and ended up in the hospital for over half a year. And now, he was blaming her for staying home instead of working.
Gwyneth silently headed to the bedroom, tore up the pregnancy test report from today, and threw it in the trash. She couldn’t sleep that night again, managing only two hours of rest with the help of some pills.
After that day, they fought almost every day.
Two weeks ago, Asher brought up the idea of expanding his business overseas and talked about settling abroad.
Gwyneth thought this could be the perfect opportunity to separate him from Liana. Unexpectedly, he suggested bringing Liana with them when they moved abroad.
Today was the third time Asher had brought it up, and Gwyneth had lost all hope. She took a few half-hearted bites, her eyes drifting toward the balcony again.
Asher was still on the phone, smiling with a look of indulgence.
Gwyneth rose from her seat and headed to the whiteboard in the living room, writing the number “seven” on it.
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Gwyneth woke up bright and early the next morning. She didn’t waste any time and called a lawyer to discuss the divorce.
“Ms. Payne, the best-case scenario would be if Mr. Crowe is willing to sign the divorce agreement. If he’s unwilling, living separately while he’s overseas for a year will definitely help your chances in the divorce case. But are you sure you want a divorce?”
Norbert Lyle was the lawyer Gwyneth managed to find at the last minute. He was surprised to hear that she was thinking about divorcing Asher.
To outsiders, he seemed really attentive to her. He stayed clear of other women, with no signs of being involved with anyone else.
Gwyneth lowered her gaze, a trace of sorrow in her eyes. “He’s got another woman.”
There was a brief silence before Norbert apologized.
Gwyneth continued, “Send me the divorce agreement. I’ll sign it and mail it abroad. After his flight lands next week, I’ll have someone deliver it to him for his signature immediately.”
As soon as she hung up, she saw Asher standing at the bedroom door.
He shot her a disapproving look. “What was that you were talking about? Divorce agreement?”
Gwyneth didn’t expect Asher to overhear. She clutched her phone and hurriedly made up an excuse, saying, “I was talking to a friend. She’s been wanting a divorce these days.”
Asher didn’t give it much thought. He didn’t think Gwyneth would ever leave him, and he didn’t even consider that the friend she mentioned was actually her.
