The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 219

Her slight tremors weren't that noticeable.

Roxanne was doing her best to keep her emotions in check.

She placed her hands on Harrison's shoulders, gripping tightly, trying to stop herself from shaking.

But she failed.

She couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart.

"Anne, what's wrong?" Harrison held her waist, hoping she would lift her head.

But she buried her face deep in his shoulder, unwilling to look up.

"It's nothing. I just tried a bit too hard. I’m feeling a bit knackered now." she said.

Harrison kissed her shoulder, "Next time, I’ll do the heavy lifting and you just lay back."

He tried to lift her off him, but Roxanne resisted.

"Harrison, let me hold you a bit longer," she said.

Those days, Roxanne hadn't brought up her objection to being a full-time housewife; she had become

quieter and more submissive, no longer picking fights with him.

Harrison thought that after a month of adjusting, she had accepted that lifestyle.

He chuckled, his fingers slowly sliding through her long hair.

"Missing me already, huh?" he asked.

Roxanne didn't answer; she hugged him even tighter, as if that was her last time holding him, filled with

sorrow and reluctance.

"Looks like you want another round." Harrison gently stroked her hair.

Eventually, she got off him, lay down, and turned her back to him.

"I'm a bit tired; you go take a shower first. I'll get up to shower later." Roxanne said.

"Alright." Harrison bent down to kiss her back, "I have an important meeting later. I'll come back for

lunch with you, okay?"

"There's no need. I'll come and find you at your office at noon. I've never been to your office; it'll be a

good chance to check it out," Roxanne said, her back still turned to him.

"Sounds good." Harrison said contentedly, "I'll have Anthony pick you up."

"Mmm," she replied calmly.

She used calmness to mask her inner turmoil.

After Harrison showered and dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed, kissed her again, and then he left.

Once he was gone, Roxanne got up and threw on a robe.

She stood by the window, watching his car slowly disappear, then sat in front of her vanity.

She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Then began to write a divorce agreement.

Harrison wanted her to be a full-time housewife.

She really tried to adjust, but no matter what, she just couldn't.

She remembered that when they got married, she wrote the prenuptial agreement herself.

Harrison's house, his money—she didn't want any of it.

She didn't know if Harrison still held on to that prenup.

Once they divorced, even if he was the richest man in Seraphim Haven, she still didn't want a penny

from him.

Harrison had tried to tempt her before with bonuses and luxury cars, but she saw through his tricks and

returned the car to him.

Then she only had the house she bought herself. The remaining mortgage on the house, Harrison had

helped her pay it off when he shut down her company.

So, she planned to sell the house and pay back the money Harrison had helped her with.

And there was the penthouse they bought together later.

She planned to sell it and take back her share, and the rest would have gone to Harrison.

She wrote all the details into the divorce agreement.

Her heart ached as every word and sentence she wrote.

If Harrison insisted on her being a full-time housewife and no negotiation or communication would

work, then she had no choice but to divorce.

Her mind was clear; she knew that in real-life marriages, how many men would love a full-time

housewife who does nothing forever?

Chloe Mitchell was the perfect example.

Before becoming a full-time housewife, she was competent and capable.

After becoming a full-time housewife, she was disdained and despised by Oliver Lewis. He even

betrayed her.

Of course, Harrison's character was definitely better than Oliver's.

But who could guarantee he wouldn't change in the future?

Becoming a full-time housewife would be like trapping herself.

Depending on a man for wealth is never lasting.

Roxanne knew that she had been fortunate in life, suddenly becoming the mistress of a wealthy family.

But that change made her feel somewhat frightened.

If one day, Harrison no longer needed her, and she had already become a parasite completely

dependent on him, what would have happened?

Once she lost her ability to be independent and strong, how was she going to live?

Of course, that was just a hypothetical situation.

That was unnecessary worry.

That was something that hadn't happened yet.

But her desire to be independent and strong was not wrong.

Once the divorce agreement was done, Roxanne messaged Chloe, "Chloe, I've decided to divorce

Harrison."

Chloe, receiving the message, had mixed feelings. She was sad, worried, and sympathetic, but she

understood Anne. She replied, "Is divorce really necessary?"

"Roxanne, if you had to do it all over again, would you still be a full-time housewife?"

Chloe would never be a full-time housewife again.

A woman without a career is like a parasite, depending on the host for everything, and once

abandoned by the host, there is only one way out, which is death.

Chloe replied, "Anne, I know you always think things through. You wouldn't choose divorce unless it

was absolutely necessary. Since you've made up your mind, I support you."

At 11:30 a.m.

Anthony drove to Grandeur Meadows, opened the car door, and respectfully helped Roxanne into the

car.

"Careful, madam."

After Roxanne got into the car, Anthony bent down to close the door.

He got back into the driver's seat, ready to drive, "Madam, please fasten your seat belt; we're heading

to Harrison's now."

"Mmm."

Roxanne put her bag next to her, inside which was the divorce agreement she had handwritten.

Rodriguez Group.

Today, Roxanne was going to the company. Harrison had specially gone downstairs, ready to

personally receive Roxanne.

The Rolls-Royce drove along the building, making an elegant arc in the spacious square before finally

stopping at the entrance of the building.

Rodriguez Group’s building was the tallest in Seraphim Haven, symbolizing that Harrison's social status

in Seraphim Haven.

To that day, Roxanne still couldn't wrap her head around him being the richest guy in Seraphim Haven.

Looking at the towering building from the car window, she was smacked in the face with a sense of

oppression and suffocation.

It felt just like how Harrison insisted on her being a full-time housewife.

Standing in front of that skyscraper, Roxanne felt so small that she couldn't resist Harrison's power.

Watching Harrison, all dapper in his suit, stroll out of the building, Roxanne's heart sank.

She grabbed her bag next to her, clutching it tightly, a sense of desolation welling up inside her.

She was always decisive. Once she decided to divorce, she would go through with it without hesitation.

Before Harrison could get close to the car, she firmly got out.

When Harrison approached her, he said, "You should've let me pick you up. I came all the way down

just for you."

Roxanne managed to give a weak smile.

"What do you feel like for lunch?" Harrison asked, taking her hand.

"There's a restaurant upstairs with all sorts of dishes. But they don't have your beloved street food."

"I want street food; would you go with me?" Roxanne looked at Harrison, her eyes carrying a soft plea

yet hiding some pain and sadness. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Her story with Harrison started with street food.

When she met him, she thought he was just a run-of-the-mill, bankrupt small business owner.

Their story should end where it began.