Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 806

**TITLE: A Divorce 806**

**Chapter 806**

That very night, Marcus found himself driving back to the city, the headlights of his car cutting through the darkness like a knife. The weight of the day’s events hung heavy on his shoulders, but he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the road ahead.

Meanwhile, Xavier stepped into the warm embrace of his shower, the water cascading over him, washing away the remnants of his frustration and confusion. After drying off, he found himself drawn to the balcony, where the cool night breeze wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, before reaching for his phone, a sense of urgency compelling him to call Aveline.

His heart raced as he pressed her name, but the call went unanswered. A wave of disappointment washed over him, yet he quickly gathered his thoughts and typed out a message: [Bryan confessed. He took money from Stephen and Courtney to trick me.]

The seconds dragged on, stretching into an eternity, before Aveline’s reply lit up the screen: [Serves you right, idiot.]

Xavier’s lips curled into a bitter smile at her words, a mix of anger and resignation bubbling within him. He was about to respond with a self-deprecating, “Yes, I deserved it,” when another message pinged in: [I’m a smart person. I won’t spend my life with an idiot.]

His heart sank. Aveline’s words were clear, and they cut deeper than he anticipated. She was still determined to end their marriage.

With a surge of defiance, he typed back, [If you don’t know how, I’ll spend my whole life teaching you.]

Silence followed his message, stretching out like a chasm between them. Just then, his phone rang again. It was Amy.

“Mr. Beltran, Eileen and Vincent are here. They say they have something important to discuss with you. Should I let them in?” Her voice was professional, yet tinged with curiosity.

“Let them in. I’ll be down shortly,” he replied, his mind racing with the implications of their visit.

After quickly dressing in a tailored suit that felt both confining and reassuring, Xavier descended the stairs. As he entered the living room, he found Eileen and Vincent standing together, their expressions a mix of anxiety and resolve. The moment they spotted him, the tension in the room thickened palpably.

He approached a single armchair, its leather cool against his skin as he settled into it. “Have a seat. What brings you here?” he asked, his tone steady, betraying none of the turmoil swirling inside him.

Eileen and Vincent exchanged glances, both seemingly hoping the other would take the lead. Finally, Vincent broke the silence. “It’s your business, so you should tell him,” he said, deferring to Eileen.

With a deep breath, Eileen gathered her courage. “Courtney wants to give me a hundred million for me to…” Her voice faltered, the weight of her words hanging in the air. She looked at Xavier, silently pleading for him to understand.

Xavier’s gaze was cool, his expression unreadable. “For you to what?” he pressed, sensing her hesitation.

Eileen realized he was feigning ignorance, and a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. Vincent, unable to contain his impatience, chimed in, “Courtney wants Eileen to keep quiet about Josephine instructing her to trip Aveline.”

Xavier’s voice turned icy. “And? You came here just to tell me this? What do you actually want?”

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