Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 837:

Michael’s expression remained unreadable, his brows furrowed. He leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, his arm draped casually over the back of the sofa, exuding an air of controlled authority.

“Crowell, let me offer you a piece of advice. You can’t be so shameless. You cheated, you were abusive, and you never once took care of your child. Yet you still expect to have everything handed to you?”

Crowell chuckled, but there was a hollow edge to it. “What can I do? I’ve worked hard to build my fortune. I can’t just give it away.”

“Worked hard?” Michael tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing. “If I remember correctly, most of your wealth came after you married Fiona, right?” Crowell’s laughter faltered, his confidence slipping.

“Even now, you still don’t understand why people work with you, do you? You’re getting too full of yourself.” Michael’s finger pointed to the bedroom door. “I’m doing you a favor. Do you really think any woman would want to be with you after the divorce? It’s not going to happen.”

Michael’s smile was cold, a silent threat hanging in the air. It was clear that Crowell’s wealth was a product of the Hudson family’s influence. Without the marriage, he wouldn’t have the same status.

But if he didn’t divorce, he and Fiona couldn’t continue living together either. Crowell hesitated, his thoughts tangled in uncertainty. Was it a good or bad idea?

Then, an idea struck him. He could keep Fiona around, let her age, and watch her lose her beauty while the Hudson family crumbled slowly. Why did he even need a divorce? Plenty of people lived in marriages of convenience.

Michael pulled out the divorce agreement and slammed it down on the coffee table. “Sign it. Fiona gets the child, and you split the assets evenly, fifty-fifty.”

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A sly grin spread across Crowell’s face. “Michael, I know I was wrong. Is it too late for me to go back home? I’ll go back right away!”

Michael remained unmoved, his tone flat. “There’s no need for that. Sign the paper, and you and Fiona can go your separate ways.”

“I’m sorry! I won’t make any more trouble! I won’t fight her on the divorce anymore!”

Michael’s patience thinned. “What do you take Fiona for?”

“Michael, why are you so angry? This is between me and Fiona. Wait, are you actually interested in her?”

Michael’s fists tightened, the anger swirling inside him. If it weren’t for Lacey, he would have thrown Crowell out long ago.noveldrama

What happened next only fueled his rage even further. Crowell dialed Fiona’s number and began spouting sweet words, begging her, making empty promises. Michael said nothing, silently waiting to see if Fiona had truly made up her mind to leave him.

As expected, Fiona once again seemed swayed by his sugary talk. It wasn’t the first time Michael had felt betrayed by her. Fine. He would just chalk it up to interfering.

He stood, adjusting his cuffs with a sense of calm detachment.

Crowell, sneaking glances at Michael, chuckled as he continued his flirtations.

“Let’s have dinner at your favorite spot tonight, okay? I miss you, babe.”

“Alright, I’ll change, then drop our son off at your mom’s.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up later.”

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