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Since I didn’t have children, Madison often came to see me. Hearing my words, he nodded, took the company documents, and went back to take charge.
Harris contacted me at this time.
“Mr. Thorne, you’re cutting off your nose to spite your face. A businessman values profit. You’ve made a wrong move! At your age, just bear with it!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing that I was determined to get a divorce, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to blackmail me in the future, so he wanted me to endure it.
But I was not divorcing her because of him!
I asked the legal team to contact him. Those who dare to blackmail me must pay the price! Around that time, online comments started circulating, claiming Michelle and I had been separated for a while.
Divorce was supposedly on the table, and Michelle’s affair was actually forced by my inability to satisfy her needs.
Beyond these comments, some people started dissecting my daily life.
They pointed out that I was just a declining old man while Michelle was a superstar who maintained her youth and beauty. I wasn’t worthy of her anymore, but I selfishly refused to let
- go.
Surprisingly, many fans seemed to agree with these sentiments.
[Michelle is a queen! What’s wrong with a queen having multiple men?]
[When a woman marries, she deserves to be pampered. If you can’t satisfy her needs, you can’t blame her for finding fun elsewhere!]
[I heard all wealthy couples play around separately. Can you guarantee Michelle’s the only woman you’ll ever have?]
Some went even further, accusing me of being chauvinistic, preventing Michelle from acting, and even claiming I was abusive.
The rumors spread like wildfire.
Michelle sent me a message saying she wanted to talk.
I knew she wouldn’t let this go quickly.
I agreed, and after dodging reporters, I went straight to her hospital room.
Even after not seeing Michelle for a night, her complexion remained rosy, showing no signs of distress.
I had to admire her. She had this magnetic charm that naturally drew everyone’s attention. Plus, she was open–minded and never got caught up in negativity.
She’d make a perfect friend but as a partner? Not so much.
Michelle flashed a calm smile. “Disappointed? Didn’t expect me to bounce back so quickly, huh? Eric, you really underestimated me!”
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I knew she wouldn’t let this go quickly.
I agreed, and after dodging reporters, I went straight to her hospital room.
Even after not seeing Michelle for a night, her complexion remained rosy, showing no signs of distress.
I had to admire her. She had this magnetic charm that naturally drew everyone’s attention. Plus, she was open–minded and never got caught up in negativity.
She’d make a perfect friend but as a partner? Not so much.
Michelle flashed a calm smile. “Disappointed? Didn’t expect me to bounce back so quickly, huh? Eric, you really underestimated me!”
“I didn’t underestimate you. What’s up? Why’d you call me here?”
“For divorce, of course!” She brought up divorce first. “I’ll agree to divorce you, but you’ll need to compensate me.”
“Am I hearing this right?” I was taken aback. “Aren’t you supposed to be Miss Independent?
The queen bee? Why are you asking for compensation?”
Michelle scoffed, “Of course I want compensation. You’ve caused my career to tank and my
star power to drop! These losses need to be paid for in cash! Let’s end this peacefully, or we’ll keep seeing more nasty comments like today’s.”
I got the message. It was better to settle this quietly.
Sure, Michelle wasn’t hurting for money, but this mess had cost her big time.
Her Lifetime Achievement Award had become a joke, and though the Golden Awards wanted
their trophy back, Michelle wouldn’t budge.
It was better to cut my losses and get out while I could.
After signing the agreement and leaving the hospital room, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh
of relief. From now on, we’d be strangers. There was no more worrying about all that drama.
Looking at my reflection in the car window, I saw my graying hair, but my eyes were still
sharp, commanding respect without trying.
And yet, in her eyes, I was just some helpless old man who could barely take care of himself. I smoothed down my jacket and gestured for my secretary, Alex Blake, to take me to the
mall. He looked bewildered. “Mr. Thorne, are you planning to inspect the premises?”
“No, I want them to put together an outfit that makes me look younger.”
His face was a picture of astonishment.
