A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 279:

Leaving the boardroom, I made my way back to my office, my thoughts drifting unbidden to Faith and our fractured family. As I pushed open the door to my office, I was met by the sight of three people waiting inside. One of them, a young man, sat arrogantly in my chair as though he owned the place.

My blood boiled as I demanded, “What the fuck is this?”

The young man looked up with a confident smile and said, “Hello, brother, we finally meet. My name is Jonah Grahams.” His tone was almost mocking, as if our meeting had been long overdue.

A bitter taste rose in my mouth. The boy, Jonah, was nothing like me in temperament or bearing—yet he bore an uncanny resemblance to our father, a resemblance that felt like a cruel reminder of all we’d lost.

I forced my expression to remain controlled as I took a seat, my eyes never leaving his. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want?” I asked, my voice low and steady despite the anger churning within me.noveldrama

The boy looked up at me with a smirk and replied casually, “I’m only here to get my fair share of what Daddy left.”

His audacity was almost laughable, and despite the tension, I couldn’t help but let a bitter smile tug at the corner of my mouth.

“Take a seat,” I ordered, gesturing toward the vacant chairs around me.

Once he settled, I continued, “If you truly had a fair share, wouldn’t that have been clearly stated in our father’s will? Not once was your name mentioned—even when our grandfather died.”

His confident facade wavered ever so slightly under my scrutiny, and I could see the storm of trouble brewing behind his eyes. In that instant, I understood how soft I had been lately—a luxury I could no longer indulge in during these stormy times.

I knew just what to do, and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let him undermine everything we’d worked for.

I had to steel myself to deal with Jonah before his destructive allegations could undermine everything we had left.

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Jonah slouched forward, his voice low and spiteful as he sneered, “If you don’t want everyone in the world to know that our father had a son outside…”

I interrupted him before he could get the last word out, my voice cold and inflexible. “You mean a bastard son.” The words hung in the air, and I watched Jonah’s face contort with rage.

He fired back, “I’ll tell the world, and I’m sure the media will make headlines out of it. I want a share—pay my silence, or everybody will know.”

I sat back in my chair, letting my eyes narrow as I answered calmly, “If you had a voice that counted, your little anecdote might carry some weight. But you don’t—your story will have no influence on me.”

The other two men in the office started to grumble, protesting Jonah’s temerity, but I stopped them dead with a poisonous glare. I knew I looked downright frightening in that moment, but I was tired—tired of being nice to people who didn’t deserve it. Every word I spoke now was laced with bitter finality, a reminder that I would no longer tolerate such foolishness.

I fixed my gaze on Jonah with steely resolve and said, “Here’s your option: leave now and meet the media if you want. I’ll use every resource I have to shut you and your little story down.” His eyes flickered with defiance for a split second before I barked an order. My security immediately moved in to escort him and his cronies out.

After they had left, I exited the charged room and soon found myself seeing Faith in the hall, having an intense argument with the detective. He stood there with that infuriating smirk, leaning casually against the wall as he said, “We’ll see each other again soon, Faith.”

The detective’s words cut through the remnants of our earlier arguments, and I felt my blood boil with anger at his unprofessional attitude. Pushing past him, I stepped closer to Faith, my heart pounding in my chest as I asked in a low, urgent tone, “What happened?”

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