No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 327

Late that night, after Wilma had gone to bed, York entered the master bedroom.

Claudia was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. She didn't react when he came in.

York stood by the bed, gazing at her, wanting to go to her, to hold her. But his feet felt as if they were made of lead, and he couldn't move.

"Are you going to grant this divorce or not?" Claudia asked, her voice devoid of emotion.

York's throat worked, and he forced a pained smile. His eyes were red. "I won't."

She picked up her phone. "If you don't," she threatened, "then don't blame me for exposing the truth about your fake son."

York moved then, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her wrist. "Claudia, please, just give me one more chance."

She met his gaze, her own eyes cold and hard. "You have two choices. Either you divorce me, or I tell your grandfather about Ethan. I'll let you pick."

They stared at each other, the space between them crackling with tension.

"Claudia," he said, his voice hoarse, "I know how much you're hurting. As long as you don't divorce me, I won't stop you from doing anything you want."

Before he had even finished speaking, Claudia had dialed Wendy's number. With York sitting right there, she calmly told his mother everything—that Ann's child wasn't York's, and that she had aborted York's real child.

When she hung up, a heavy silence fell between them, suffocating the large bedroom.

He'd taken her love for granted, convinced she couldn't live without him. He thought he could control his marriage, handle any crisis. That arrogance was why he had so easily agreed to claim Ann's child. He was wrong. He had broken her heart and, in doing so, had killed his own flesh and blood.

Claudia pulled her hand away, her expression flat. "York, you don't deserve my forgiveness, and you sure as hell don't deserve my trust."

It was she who had overestimated her place in his heart. The Watkins family had gone bankrupt, and she no longer had a prestigious family name, but she was beautiful, intelligent, and well-educated with a respectable career. Her social circle was clean, her personality outgoing and kind. She could play the violin, race cars, speak multiple languages, play Go, and practice calligraphy. She knew she wasn't perfect, but she wasn't lacking either.

All this time, she had assumed Ethan was the product of York and Ann's love. She thought his devotion to them was, in part, because they shared a child. But she never could have dreamed that the child he was willing to betray his marriage and destroy her for belonged to Ann and her ex-husband. Her own husband, for the sake of Ann and another man's son, had wounded her beyond repair, leaving her utterly defeated. How was she supposed to bear that humiliation?

Claudia turned her back to him, closing her eyes against the pain.

York remained seated on the edge of the bed, not speaking, not moving, not leaving.