Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

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.

I was certain Jaylan would return here tonight. With his advisor gone and not a penny to his name,

where else could he go? Sure enough, when he walked through the door, he looked even more

defeated than I had imagined.

His once crisp suit was wrinkled, his hair, always styled to perfection, was now a disheveled mess. His

eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks hollow, and his proud sideburns were lost beneath a shadow of

stubble...

If he hadn't come home, I might not have believed that this man was the same charming Jaylan I once

knew.

As he stepped inside and saw me casually scrolling through my phone on the couch, he froze. Those

hawk-like eyes of his burned with rage. But there I sat, calm and composed.

As we locked eyes, the anger in his gaze slowly extinguished against the cool indifference of mine.

He wasn't a fool. Perhaps a part of him still clung to the fantasy that if he could just maintain our

marriage, charm me once more, he might have a chance to rise from the ashes.

I was his last hope for a new beginning.

He attempted a sorrowful smile, a forced curl of his lips, "Honey... why aren't you asleep?"

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

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Neither of us spoke.

"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.