Regretful CEO Ex-Wife Don't Leave Me novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Phoebe pressed her lips together before speaking. “Let’s talk about you revealing our hidden marriage at the party tone?

Thankfully, the guests tonight were all close associates of the Greene family. With some behind–the–scenes maneuvering she could still contain the situation and keep the fact that she and Declan had been secretly married for three years from spreading too far.

Declan was silent for a few seconds, his eyes darkening with brewing anger. “Phoebe, don’t forget if it weren’t for me stepping in, who knows how much worse the whole situation would have gotten?”

Phoebe let out a small laugh, but there was no warnul in her voice,

“I don’t recall asking for your help. You took it upon yourself. And now, instead of helping, you’ve made things even more complicated for me,” she retorted.

Declan scoffed, his expression full of mockery. “Oh? And how exactly did I complicate things for you? Ruining your chances of finding a new man?”

Phoebe frowned and shot back, “Do you always have to be so harsh?”

“The truth tends to sound harsh.”

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“Declan, I don’t want things to turn ugly. What do you want to sign the divorce papers?”

Declan suddenly stood up and looked down at her from above. His voice was cold and firm. “I already told you, I’m not agreeing to the divorce. So give it up.”

Phoebe took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. “If you refuse to divorce me, at least give me a reason. My reason is simple–I don’t love you, and I don’t want to stay in a marriage with no feelings.”

For some reason, the thought of Phoebe moving on with a future that didn’t include him filled Declan with an unexplainable irritation. He stared at her, his voice frigid. “You made this choice. You don’t get to back out now.”

He turned to leave, but Phoebe gritted her teeth and said, “If you don’t agree, I’ll go straight to your grandmother and ask her to make you divorce me.”

Declan spun back around with fury blazing in his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Phoebe didn’t back down but met his glare head–on. “If you keep dragging this out, I will bring your grandmother into it.”

Declan stared at her for a long moment before letting out a cold chuckle. “Go ahead. See if that works on me.”

With that, he left. Phoebe sat on the couch, seething. She thought with anger, ‘It’s just a signature, but why is he making it so damn difficult?‘

Just then, her phone rang.

The moment she answered, Cora’s voice came through. “Pheebs, where the hell did you go? I was just on a call with my mom, and when I came back, you had vanished. People are still whispering about you and Declan’s marriage. Did you guys seriously make it public?”

Phoebe’s grip on her phone tightened involuntarily, her knuckles turning white. After a long pause, she muttered, “Yeah.”

“What the hell happened? Weren’t you guys supposed to be getting a divorce?” asked Cora.

Pheobe sighed, “I’ll explain it to you another day. I’m exhausted right now.”

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Chapter 37

After hanging up, Phoebe sat there for a while before finally heading to her room.

In the study, Declan was speaking on the phone with Patrick.

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Patrick said, “Mr. Richardson, we’ve confirmed it. Tonight’s incident was Bianca’s doing. She and Jennifer were close friends overseas. She’s only been back for a short while and has no past grudges with Mrs. Richardson, which means Jennifer was likely behind this.”

Declan’s expression turned even colder, and he said in a sharp tone, “Send me everything you found.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Patrick.

As soon as his inbox notification chimed, Declan clicked the files open and scanned through them. His whole presence radiated an icy chill.

He sent Patrick a message with further instructions, ordering him to erase all traces of their investigation before making a call to Jennifer.

After the call connected, there was a long silence before she spoke, “Deck, I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. Why are you calling me now?”

Declan’s voice was cold and cutting, and he came to the point. “Did you have anything to do with what happened tonight?”

Jennifer’s breathing grew a little heavier before she quickly masked it with a voice full of grievance and anger. “Are you seriously suspecting me?”

“Just answer the question.” His tone remained indifferent.

“I didn’t,” Jennifer snapped, her voice trembling with emotion. “No matter how much I dislike Pheebs, she’s still my sister. Why would I ever try to hurt her reputation?”

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