Chapter 145
Beyond the Divorce
A Scheming Jerk Ava leaned into my arms, clutching me tightly.
She looked at him, forgetting to continue eating.
âChlo, do not be so hostile to me! I never meant to hurt you.
Isnât it wonderful, the three of us together?â He shamelessly declared, âHave you noticed Avaâs change? Sheâs not as chatty as she used to be.â He looked as if he were questioning me, as if it were all my fault.
âCanât you compromise for the sake of our child? ATL Empire has changed hands.
Your support is gone.
Do you still want to persist?â Triumph filled his eyes.
My heart churned.
I clenched the small spoon in my hand and looked at him.
âWhat then?â Avaâs little hand tightened around mine.
She was afraid that weâd start arguing.
I let go of the spoon, embracing her tightly.
I reached out to stroke her head.
âMommyâs here!â âLetâs go back to how things were.
You can live in the house, and I wonât take your money.
But you must send your parents back, and I expect you to be home on time.
I want to be with you and our child!â His eyes greedily assessed me.
âYou can forget about that!â I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my tone calm.
If it werenât for Ava, I would have given him a piece of my mind.
go of He chuckled again.
Looking at me as if he adored me, he shook his head.
âOh, Chlo.
Why canât I let g you? Youâre too stubborn.
But youâve changed, and the world has changed too.
âDonât be so headstrong.
Tanum Corporation has worn you out.
I gave you a chance, but you canât even handle a few suppliers.
Do you still need to put up a fight?â âDo you think a few suppliers can intimidate me?â I countered.
He didnât deny it and just smiled.
âChlo, do you really think Atlas can back you up? Youâre too naive.
Heâs just a little assistant.
What can he possibly do? Yet youâre still hoping heâll come back and support you?â Fear gripped my heart.
I knew the odds were slim.
âSo what?â âBe realistic! Youâve had your fun.
Iâve been soft on you, havenât I? I can tolerate whatever your relationship is with him, even if he slept with you.
Weâd be even.
You have Atlas, and I have Melanie.
Isnât that fair? âYouâre shameless!â No word fitted him better.
âLet us just set this aside.
Feel free to run off with anyone if you want to be stubborn.
But youâre not taking âIs it yummy?â I asked her in a gentle tone.
She looked at me with big, innocent eyes, assessing my expression.
Then she licked her upper lip.
It was clear she hadnât had enough Matthew stood up and pulled me into an embrace.
âOur daughter hasnât finished eating.
She only had a spoonful of ice cream.
Let me feed her some more!â I clenched my fist and wished I could scream expletives at him.
My eyes blazed like fire.
In a low, seething voice, I asked, âDo you have any shame left?â Suddenly, Matthew laughed, his eyes and brows crinkling with a peculiar playfulness.
However, I knew there was a trace of scheming in that smile.
It was this very smile that sent a chill down my spine.