Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 790

**A Divorce**

The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension as Aveline, her frustration boiling over, forcefully shoved Xavier’s face away. The anger simmering within her was palpable, her heart racing as she fought against the chaos of their relationship. Yet, Xavier, with an infuriatingly playful demeanor, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her palm, a gesture meant to lighten the mood but only serving to stoke the flames of her irritation further.

In a burst of impulsive fury, Aveline retaliated, driving her knee sharply into his stomach. She caught him off guard, and for a fleeting moment, surprise flickered across his features before he flinched and stumbled back, her determined shove sending him reeling. The bed, large enough to accommodate their tumultuous exchanges, prevented him from falling completely, but the tension in the air was thick and suffocating.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Aveline felt the cool morning air brush against her skin, invigorating yet chilling. Standing tall, her voice dripped with ice as she commanded, “Get out.” The finality of her words hung between them, heavy and unyielding.

Xavier, propped up on his elbows, let out a soft chuckle, the mirth in his eyes standing in stark contrast to the gravity of their situation. “Aveline, are you really going to treat me like this for the rest of my life?” His tone was teasing, yet an undercurrent of seriousness lingered, a reminder that their playful exchanges had morphed into something darker.

Without sparing him a glance, Aveline strode purposefully towards the bathroom, her back rigid and her resolve unwavering. “If you don’t want to, then let’s just get a divorce,” she shot back coolly, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and a newfound determination that both terrified and exhilarated her.

The laughter drained from Xavier’s face, replaced by an unsettling stillness. “Fine, then you might as well just keep hitting me for the rest of our lives,” he retorted, sarcasm lacing his words, but the hurt beneath was unmistakable.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, moving towards the bathroom door, his gaze fixed on Aveline as she busied herself at the sink. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, her expression hardening as she turned to face him directly. In one swift motion, she shut the bathroom door, a clear signal that her desire for solitude outweighed any lingering affection.

Xavier couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of their situation. With a resigned sigh, he opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway, the weight of their exchange pressing heavily on his chest.

Just then, Miranda emerged from the living room, her eyes widening in shock as she spotted him leaving Aveline’s bedroom. She froze, a blend of surprise and confusion etched across her face, the implications of his exit swirling in her mind.

Oblivious to her presence, Xavier continued down the hall, his back to her as he caught sight of Amy waiting at the end of the corridor. She offered him a subtle nod, a silent invitation to follow her into his own bedroom.

Miranda took a moment to gather her thoughts before making her way to Aveline’s bedroom. She knocked gently on the door, her voice soft yet firm. “Aveline, it’s Miranda.”

From within the room, Aveline’s voice floated back, inviting yet distant. “Come in.”

As Miranda stepped inside, she noticed Aveline still in the bathroom. Approaching the door, she called out, “Aveline, I just saw Mr. Beltran leave your room.”

Aveline opened the bathroom door slightly, her expression inscrutable. “He passed out on my bedroom floor last night,” she replied, annoyance creeping into her tone.

Miranda’s brows furrowed in concern. “Oh, is that so? Is he alright?”

Aveline waved a dismissive hand, her emotional detachment evident. “Don’t worry about him. Are my maternal grandparents awake?”

“They’re up. They found it odd that you two were still in bed. Amy filled me in on the situation, so I told them that Ms. Beltran had a bit of an issue late last night, and you all ended up going to bed very late,” Miranda explained, her voice steady, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos.

Aveline nodded, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. “I’ll be down for breakfast shortly,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned back to the bathroom, seeking solace in its confines.

Meanwhile, Amy had followed Xavier into the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click that echoed in the silence. “Mr. Beltran,” she began, her tone serious, “when you came out of your wife’s bedroom, Miranda was just coming out of the living room and saw you.”

Xavier’s lips curled into a sly smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Is that so? That’s just perfect,” he replied, a plan already forming in his mind.

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