Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 793

**Title: A Divorce 793**

“Marjorie just shared that post—doesn’t she realize how much it could hurt Josephine? Is she truly prepared to cut ties with her?” Jasmine’s thoughts spiraled with concern as she considered the ramifications of Marjorie’s impulsive actions. The unease gnawed at her, a palpable tension that filled the air.

“Honestly, Josephine is a piece of work,” Jasmine grumbled under her breath, irritation bubbling to the surface.

“Maybe Marjorie was clever enough to block Josephine from seeing it,” Aveline proposed, her brow furrowing as she scrutinized the situation, her mind racing with possibilities.

“Or perhaps she’s simply aware that Josephine’s time is running out, and she’s not inclined to keep working for her,” Aveline added, bitterness lacing her words, revealing her deeper frustrations.

Yet, beneath her exterior, Aveline felt a nagging suspicion that Josephine’s downfall wouldn’t arise from her fallout with Marcus. No, it would be the looming threat of incarceration for both her and Eileen that would seal her fate.

“Josephine and Eileen in prison—that’s the real definition of being done for,” she mused, her thoughts spiraling into darker territories, contemplating the consequences that could unfold.

Xavier, standing just behind Aveline, leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I’ll help you send Josephine to prison. That should clear my name once and for all,” he whispered, his tone both conspiratorial and earnest.

Aveline turned to face him, her expression icy and unyielding. “Do you have no respect for privacy? Snooping on someone’s messages is utterly disrespectful,” she shot back, her voice firm.

With a charming smile, Xavier replied, “You’re not just ‘someone’ to me; you’re my wife.” His words dripped with a mix of affection and possessiveness.

Frustration surged within Aveline, and she turned away, seeking solace in the memories of her maternal grandparents, longing for a simpler time.

Inside the grand, opulent confines of The White Crest Villa, the atmosphere crackled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. Jacob and Josephine stood firm in their demands for financial support, while Leona and Marcus remained resolute, unwilling to part with even a single dollar.

In a moment of desperation, Jacob and Josephine resorted to threats, vowing to expose their adversaries and drag their names through the mud, their voices rising in intensity.

Leona’s disdainful laughter echoed ominously in the room as she shot a scathing look at Josephine. “A woman as shameless as you can forget about making a name for yourself in Uptown or Downtown,” she scoffed, her contempt palpable.

Josephine’s retort was quick and sharp, slicing through Leona’s mockery. “You said it yourself, Leona—I’m shameless. And plenty of shameless women in both Uptown and Downtown are thriving,” she fired back, her voice steady and unwavering.

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, a reminder of the hypocrisy that permeated their social circles. After all, there were just as many shameless men, if not more, who were flourishing beyond measure, living lives unencumbered by societal judgment.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Jason had retreated upstairs, leaving Lauren and Aunt alone with Leona.

Lauren’s heart raced with worry for her daughter, a mother’s instinct kicking in as she feared Josephine would be targeted and bullied. Aunt, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the unfolding drama, her eyes sparkling with a mix of intrigue and mischief.

Upon hearing Josephine’s cutting remark, Lauren frowned deeply, her heart aching for her daughter’s plight. Aunt, ever the dramatist, feigned a dramatic sigh, clearly enjoying the spectacle of conflict.

Dealing with someone as shameless as Josephine was proving to be an exhausting endeavor, one that required all of Lauren’s patience.

Lauren’s thoughts drifted to Rupert’s earlier words, and she felt compelled to speak up. “If it’s money you want, Marcus can provide it. The Beltran family certainly won’t,” she asserted, her voice steady and filled with urgency.

Marcus immediately interjected, his voice firm and unyielding. “I’m not giving her a dime,” he declared, his resolve unwavering.

“Leona, remember, my money is your money. You wouldn’t want to lose that, would you?” he added, his tone laced with a challenge that hung in the air between them.

Leona shot Marcus a venomous glare, fury simmering just beneath the surface. The thought of him shirking responsibility ignited a fire within her, especially since the Patriarch had already approved of her divorce.

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