Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 786

**TITLE: A Divorce 786**

Leona sat in the dim light of her living room, feeling as though she were drowning in a tempest of betrayal and fury. The recordings and videos Amy had sent her played over and over in her mind, each frame a brutal reminder of the reality she had been desperately trying to ignore. The sight of Marcus, her husband, laughing and flirting with Josephine—the very woman she had once welcomed into her home—was like a dagger twisting in her heart. How could he betray her trust so casually? Anger surged through her, hot and relentless, as she grappled with the rawness of her emotions.

Every word in those audio recordings echoed in her ears, each hushed conversation between Marcus and Josephine a testament to their deceit. The late-night rendezvous, the secretive whispers—it was all too clear. The man she had loved was entangled with someone she had once considered a confidante, and the realization sent waves of anguish crashing over her. Leona clenched her fists, her body trembling with the urge for retribution. Josephine had crossed a line, and the thought of making her pay for this betrayal consumed her thoughts like a wildfire.

In her turmoil, Leona sought refuge in the steady presence of her grandfather, Rupert. He was a pillar of strength, a man who had weathered many storms in his life. Yet, as she approached his door, uncertainty gnawed at her. Would he understand the depth of her pain? Would he support her in her quest for vengeance? With a deep breath, she splashed cold water on her face, determined to mask her turmoil as she made her way downstairs, seeking the quiet solace of the living room.

The moment she entered, the butler and Helena exchanged glances, their expressions morphing from surprise to concern. The morning light filtered through the windows, illuminating the tension etched across her features like a canvas of despair.

Helena stepped forward, her voice gentle yet probing. “The Heiress, would you like me to prepare some breakfast for you?”

Leona shook her head vehemently, her stomach churning at the mere thought of food. “No, thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, as if any louder might shatter her fragile facade.

Sensing the heavy atmosphere, the butler quietly retreated upstairs, leaving Leona alone with her tumultuous thoughts, the silence amplifying her inner chaos.

When Rupert finally emerged, assisted by the butler, he settled into his armchair, his gaze falling upon Leona with a mix of concern and curiosity that made her heart ache.

“Did you not sleep at all last night?” he inquired, his voice calm yet probing, as if he could see right through her carefully constructed mask.

Leona felt her heart constrict painfully. “How could I possibly sleep?” she replied, her voice thick with emotion, each word laden with the weight of her anguish.

Rupert, with his characteristic wisdom, responded, “Someone else has made a mistake, yet here you are, punishing yourself for it.”

Leona’s anger simmered beneath the surface, bubbling like a pot ready to boil over. “Grandpa, I swear I will destroy Josephine. I will bring ruin upon the Sutton family,” she declared, her voice rising with fierce determination.

Rupert regarded her with an arched eyebrow, the irony of her words not lost on him. Just days prior, she had been pleading with him to assist the very family she now sought to dismantle.

“And what of Marcus?” he pressed, his tone steady, almost challenging. “What do you plan to do about him?”

Leona froze, her expression hardening as if struck by a physical blow. “Don’t even mention him. Right now, I can’t bear to think about what to do with him. All I want is to see Josephine suffer.”

“I was nothing but kind to her, and she had the audacity to seduce my husband. I will make sure she pays dearly for this betrayal,” she spat, venom dripping from her words.

Rupert studied her intently, his eyes searching for a glimmer of reason. “The true culprit here is Marcus, not Josephine. You must understand that he likely has entanglements beyond just her. How many lives do you intend to destroy in your quest for revenge?”

For a moment, Leona was rendered speechless, the realization that Marcus had betrayed her with others slicing through her like a sharpened blade.

“Are you suggesting I should get a divorce?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, vulnerability creeping into her tone. “What about Mason?”

Rupert’s response was measured, his wisdom unwavering. “Whether you choose to divorce or not is entirely up to you. If you decide to end your marriage, it has no bearing on Mason’s future. Do you genuinely believe you need Marcus to support him?”

“Don’t use my child as an excuse to justify your life decisions. If you remain unhappy, you will only end up blaming him for it,” he added, his gaze unwavering, grounding her in the moment.

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