Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 460

Addison said, "Everything's moving too fast! If he signs the buyout agreement now, could it affect your divorce?"

Just as he said that, my phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen, excused myself with a "It's Mr. Elbert, I need to take this," and answered the call.

Addison hung up with a quick "Okay."

Elbert got straight to the point, voicing the very concern Addison had just mentioned.

"If he uses the signing of the buyout as an excuse to stall, he could be seen as maliciously refusing to divorce, which could make you liable for his debts. And that’s a huge number."

Without a second thought, I asked, "Is there any way to sidestep this mess?"

He paused, then in a soft, thoughtful voice suggested, "Think outside the box. Hit him where it hurts."

I nodded to myself, replying with a determined, "Got it."

I hung up and paced back and forth, Elbert’s words echoing in my mind.

I called Ronan, explained my thought process, and asked for the information I needed.

After another call to Elbert to draft the divorce papers, relinquishing all marital assets and custody of our three children, I waited. Within half an hour, I had the papers in hand, ready for my husband to walk right into the trap.

For Jaylan, this day was undoubtedly the darkest of darks, a day I was sure he'd never forget.

The news of Hazel's tragic accident was everywhere, as was the story of my lawsuit for divorce and the buyout of Medsafe Liyah Inc.

He had become the talk of Goldenvale Town, and even national news - the renowned hairstylist who had struck it rich overnight was now a sensation for all the wrong reasons. The rumors of his planned migration to Australia crumbled to dust.

By evening, the news I had been waiting for arrived.

Jaylan had signed the buyout agreement, and as the company moved towards liquidation, everything was frozen.

"With all this chaos, how could I sleep?" My voice was as tranquil as still water, revealing nothing.

He chuckled bitterly, got himself a glass of whiskey from the cabinet, and downed it in one gulp.

Then, pouring another, he stared into the glass, the liquid mirroring the redness of his eyes.

Neither of us spoke.

After a tense silence, he finished his second drink and turned to me, "Allie! I know you look down on me!"

"The path you're on is of your own making," I replied, not denying my contempt.

"But do you know the reason?" he asked, an unexpected question hanging between us.