No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 199

Claudia's indifferent attitude infuriated York.

He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from getting into bed, and demanded, his face grim, "You stay out all night on Christmas Eve, drinking heavily. Have I been too lenient with you lately?"

Claudia shook his hand off and climbed into bed, looking at him with an innocent expression. "I just went out with a friend to celebrate the holiday. Is it really worth getting this angry over?"

York's temples throbbed with suppressed rage.

He loomed over her, his gaze intense, his voice heavy. "Your phone was off, you were gone all night, and then you show up in front of my family drunk and wearing a stranger's jacket. And you call that just 'celebrating'?"

Claudia lowered her eyes.

It seemed she wouldn't be getting any sleep until they had this fight.

Her tone was quiet, devoid of emotion. "York, on Christmas Eve, you abandoned me on the side of the road to be with your beloved woman and son. I didn't give you a hard time about it, did I?"

"I told you I'd be back soon," York shot back.

"Whether you came back or not was your choice," she countered. "But in that moment, you had already made your decision!"

The atmosphere grew tense.

They fell into a silent stalemate.

After a long moment, York asked her, "If you cared so much, why did you pretend to be so generous and encourage me to go with them?"

Claudia laughed. "York, do you see me as some kind of pathetic doormat?"

"When I first found out you got back together with Ann and had a child," she said, her voice cutting, "do you remember how I cornered you, again and again? And how you hurt me, again and again?"

York's dark eyes turned dangerously grim.

York's hand fell away.

He stood up straight, taking a step back, the warmth in his eyes turning to ice.

"Your love was never that important to me," he said.

She met his gaze with a smiling one of her own. "You don't have to remind me. I've always known."

He loved Ann. Of course her love meant nothing to him.

York turned and threw the prenuptial agreement from the nightstand onto the bed in front of her, along with a stack of other documents.

His face was cold. "I originally drafted this agreement simply to ensure stability in our marriage. I never intended to use these clauses to restrict you. But now, I've changed my mind."

"From this day forward," York announced, "you will follow every rule in here to the letter. Your work hours are your own, but all other time must be dedicated to the family. You will be home by ten o'clock every night. There is no room for negotiation."