Chris’s reaction shifted from stunned disbelief to reluctant acceptance. His face, once set in anger, now showed a mixture of surprise and indecision. Jennifer, sensing the shifting dynamics, clung to Chris’s sleeve, her tears flowing freely. "Chris, I don’t want our child to be born without a father," she sobbed, her voice filled with genuine distress. "Please, don’t leave us now."
Chris was caught in a tumultuous internal battle, torn between his anger towards me and the sudden complication of Jennifer’s pregnancy. His phone rang, cutting through the tension like a jolt. He glanced at the screen, his eyes lighting up with unexpected joy.
In a swift, decisive move, Chris made his choice. "Divorce, Eloise. Let’s do it. Immediately!" His voice was sharp, the decision made with a newfound urgency.
The abrupt change in his demeanor left me momentarily stunned. The revelation of Jennifer’s pregnancy and the looming threat of exposure had clearly shifted Chris’s priorities. The once resolute opposition to divorce had crumbled under the weight of impending scandal and the need to preserve his interests.
Jennifer flung herself into Chris’s arms, her tears mingling with a triumphant smile. I knew that Chris had received the winning lottery information. Calmly, I pushed the divorce agreement toward him, my demeanor unwavering. "Sign it," I said, my voice steady.
Chris held Jennifer with one arm and took the agreement in his other hand, scrutinizing it carefully. His face twisted in anger as he read through the terms. "Eloise, you vile woman. You’re trying to take away so much of my property!"
Last night, after purchasing the lottery ticket, I hadn’t been idle. I had arranged for a thorough investigation into all of Chris’s assets and enlisted a lawyer to draft a comprehensive divorce agreement. The villa, which had been left to me by my father, was not up for negotiation. Chris would retain control of the company, but I had demanded 30% of his shares and 20 million in cash. Most importantly, I sought custody of my daughter.
Unfazed, I leaned back, my posture relaxed. "Chris, whether you agree or not is irrelevant. We’re getting divorced."
With the upper hand, Chris was left with no real choice but to comply. As I waited for his response, Jennifer resumed her melodramatic crying, her sobs echoing through the room.