No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 384

Every dollar he spent on her and the Watkins family during their marriage was meticulously calculated.

To think she had shared a bed with a man like that for three years filled Claudia with a sense of profound sorrow.

"The way things ended up between you and York... no one saw it coming," Peter said gently. "Losing the baby was the most painful experience for both of you."

And it was a mistake York could never undo.

At the thought of her child, Claudia's eyelashes grew damp. She tilted her head back, but a tear still escaped, tracing a path down her cheek. When she spoke again, her voice was thick with unshed tears.

"Peter, do you have any idea how much I wanted a child?"

She turned to him, a bitter smile shattering the composure she was trying to maintain, sending more tears spilling from her eyes. Her chin trembled. "In the three years we were married, I begged him, I schemed, I tried everything to have a baby, but he refused. Yet, for Ann's son—a boy who isn't even his—he would risk everything."

Peter pulled her into a gentle hug, patting her back comfortingly. "Don't think about the sad things. If you want a baby, it's easy. Just find a man with good genes, and you can have as many as you want."

"He'll never know," Claudia cried softly. "He'll never know how long I cried when I found out I was pregnant, or how terrified I was lying alone on that operating table."

"Losing his own child for someone else's son," Peter mused. "He really is despicable."

Claudia shook her head. "He's not worth my anger, and he's not worth my hatred."

York grabbed his jacket and staggered to his feet. His mind was in such chaos that he couldn't think straight. He needed to find a place to be alone, to calm down. He gave Peter a brief glance and stumbled out of the room.

For the next two days, York didn't go home. He worked during the day and slept in his office at night. His assistant, Mark, grew so worried about his boss's state that he secretly tipped off Wendy.

His parents came to talk to him, his sister Darleen came, Peter came, their mutual friends came... but York refused to engage, using the excuse that he was too busy with work and it was more convenient to stay at the office.

On the third day, as the workday was ending, Mark braced himself and said, "Mr. Ferguson, Mrs. Ferguson has already gone home for the day. Perhaps you should go back and try to talk things out with her."

York leaned back in his office chair and closed his eyes, weary. Three days. He hadn't been home in three days. And she hadn't sent a single phone call, not one text message.