The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 33

33 A Scumbag’s Late Conscience

The shrill sound of my phone ringing cut through my morning routine. Glancing at the screen, I braced myself as Tanya’s name flashed.

“How dare you?” Her voice exploded before I could speak. “Calling Alistair directly? Harassing him at work?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, counting silently to three. “If asking my legal husband to sign divorce papers is harassment, then yes, I’m guilty.”

“He’s dealing with enough stress taking care of Ivy! You’re being selfish and cruel.”

The irony was almost laughable. “Tell Alistair to meet me at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow at

nine. No more excuses.”

“You heartless-‘

”

“Goodbye, Tanya.” I hung up, cutting off what would surely be another tirade about my lack of

compassion.

My phone rang again immediately. This time, it was Alistair’s number. I considered ignoring it but decided against it. Better to get this over with.

“What now?” I answered flatly.

“Hazel.” His voice was soft, conciliatory. “I’m sorry about missing our appointment yesterday.”

“Save it. Just be there tomorrow.”

He sighed heavily. “I can’t. Something’s come up a business trip I can’t postpone. I’ll be away for

the next two weeks.”

The convenient timing made my blood boil. “How surprising. Another emergency just when we’re supposed to finalize our divorce.”

“It’s not like that.” His tone shifted to defensive. “This deal has been in the works for months.

The investors from Milan insist I come personally.”

“Bullshit.” My voice was steady despite my rage. “You’ve been avoiding this divorce for weeks. What are you playing at, Alistair?”

Silence stretched between us. Then: “I’ve been thinking, Hazel. Maybe we rushed into this

separation.”

I nearly choked. “Rushed? You canceled our wedding to marry my dying stepsister. What part of that was rushed?”

“I know how it looks, but-”

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33 A Scumbag’s Late Conscience

“It looks exactly like what it is,” I snapped. “You made your choice. Now face the consequences.”

He was quiet for a moment before changing tactics. “I want you to have the villa.”

The sudden offer caught me off guard. “What?”

“Our home. I’m signing it over to you. It’s the least I can do after… everything.”

By mid–afternoon, a courier arrived with the property transfer papers. Everything appeared

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