Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 736

**TITLE: A Divorce 736**
**CONTENT: Chapter 736**

As Josephine stepped into view, a spark ignited in Marcus’s eyes. “Ah, look who we have here! A beautiful lady gracing us with her presence. Come on in and join us for a drink, gorgeous!” he exclaimed, his voice warm and inviting.

Josephine offered a soft smile, her demeanor polite yet slightly reserved. “Oh, I really couldn’t. You all seem to be engaged in business matters, and I wouldn’t want to interrupt,” she replied, her voice laced with a hint of reluctance.

The man turned to Marcus, curiosity etched on his face. “Alex, do you know her?” he inquired, clearly intrigued.

Marcus nodded, his thoughts racing. “Ah, yes, she’s a relative,” he answered, his tone casual, though he felt the weight of the unspoken tension in the air.

“Well, if she’s family, then she should definitely join us,” the man insisted, his enthusiasm infectious.

Before Marcus could interject, Josephine turned her gaze to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Brother-in-law, can I?” she asked, her voice sweet yet assertive.

Marcus studied her closely, his mind whirling. This woman was something else—so adept at manipulation, even if her tactics seemed a bit overused. He found himself intrigued by her intentions, and after a moment’s hesitation, he relented. “Alright, come on in,” he said, gesturing for her to follow.

“But I must warn you, this group can get pretty rowdy once the drinks start flowing,” he added, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes.

With a playful grin, Josephine walked to his side, her hand slipping around his arm. “As long as you’re here, brother-in-law, I’m not afraid,” she declared, her tone confident.

Marcus wore a short-sleeved shirt, and he couldn’t help but notice how her bare arm brushed against his. The contact sent an unexpected shiver down his spine, and he caught himself stealing a glance at her smooth, delicate skin. A strange smile crept onto his lips as he led her into the private dining room, a mix of curiosity and something deeper stirring within him.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Leona was left alone, her gaze fixed on the empty space where Marcus had just been. An angry scowl marred her features as she muttered to herself, “That damn man. He gets pushed around outside and then comes home to take it out on me, his wife.”

“If he’s so capable, he should be growing this company to the point where my brother has to come begging for help,” she fumed, her frustration boiling over as she stomped toward the study.

Inside the study, Mason was diligently working on his homework. The sound of his mother’s entrance caught his attention, and he turned to her, his lips pursed in disapproval.

“Did Dad run away from home?” he asked, his voice laced with the innocence of a child yet tinged with an undertone of concern.

Leona shot him an incredulous glare. “You little brat, where on earth did you learn to say such nonsense?” she snapped, her irritation palpable.

“If my teacher yells at me for not doing my homework right, I’ll just tell them you wouldn’t let me focus,” he added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Leona glared at him, her frustration reaching its peak. She wanted to unleash her anger, to strike out, but the memory of Marcus’s warning held her back. When Mason had misbehaved once before, she had spanked him, and Marcus had exploded in rage, threatening divorce if she ever laid a hand on their son again. He had even told Mason to report back to him if she ever hit him again.

With her anger simmering, Leona turned on her heel and left the study, reminding herself not to bicker with a child—especially not her own.

The next morning, Leona awoke to an empty house. The absence of Marcus was palpable, and she cursed under her breath, “That bastard, stayed out all night again.” A wave of jealousy and anger washed over her as she thought, “If you dare to have another woman, I swear I’ll kill you.”

Muttering darkly to herself, Leona got out of bed and went through her morning routine, her mind racing with thoughts of betrayal. She made her way to Mason’s room to wake him for school, her heart heavy with unresolved issues.

The maid had already prepared breakfast, and as mother and son sat down to eat, the door creaked open, revealing Marcus.

Mason looked up, a grin breaking across his face. “Good morning, Dad! Did you just get back from a run, or did you not sleep at home last night?” he asked innocently, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Marcus assessed Leona’s grim expression and quickly replied, “Good morning, son. Dad had some business entertainment last night, drank a bit too much, so I ended up sleeping out.” His words hung in the air, laden with unspoken truths and the weight of a family on the brink.