Divorcing My Husband
His guilt threatened to spill over.
His humbled appearance mirrored my past self.
“I want my family’s company.”
The other night, I had dreamt of Aaron. He didn’t want to see me living like this.
He asked me to live well, to go out and explore the world.
So, I decided to step out of my shell.
He was taken aback, not expecting my request.
Then, he nodded.
Chris held a grudge against me and my mother.
He believed that we were only keeping him around to prop up our failing company.
He thought he was just a lapdog my mother kept, to be ordered around at her whim.
And then, she would use marriage to trap him, and he would never be able to escape us.
The truth was that my father’s infidelity caused my parents‘ divorce. He took most of the family fortune and
abandoned me, a mere boy at the time.
Yet, Chris believed we had forced him to stay.
He had a keen business mind.
That was why my mother was confident in handing the company over to him, and under his leadership, our
business had grown more vital than ever.
After being taken back by the Walker family, Chris merged our company into theirs.
At the time, I thought it was a reasonable arrangement since we were relatives and he was capable of managing
both companies.
But now that they were separated, it was time to untangle the mess.
The two companies‘ interests were deeply intertwined, making it a complex separation.
I had been spending most of my days at Chris‘ company.
Back then, I could barely get past the front door, but now I could roam freely in his office.
He had his assistant bring in lunch.
I was engrossed in the financial reports.
“Eat first, there’s no rush,” he advised.
I shook my head. “The sooner we sort this out, the better. I can’t keep troubling you.”
He froze. “We don’t have to separate. Isn’t it easier to just take dividends every year?”
“No, thank you, Mr. Walker, for your years of management.”
The company’s meteoric rise was a testament to his tireless efforts and unwavering vision.
A bittersweet smile graced his lips, his eyes clouded with a hint of sadness. “Amber, it’s been a while sinc
you’ve called me ‘brother.“”
My gaze met his, a wave of memories crashing over me.
