The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 221

Harrison gazed at the torn divorce papers in his hand.

Roxanne seemed calm on the outside, but inside, she was a whirlwind of conflict and pain.

Holding back her turbulent emotions, she closed her handbag, slung it over her shoulder, and said, "I

had originally planned to have a bite to eat with you on the street, but I guess we'll skip that."

She wasn't in the mood for food, and she figured he wasn't either.

Plus, he'd need time to digest and mull over the whole divorce thing.

With that, Roxanne turned to leave.

But her arm was grabbed from behind by Harrison.

His grip, at first light, gradually tightened.

Finally, Roxanne's arm started to ache, causing her to wince.

Harrison's face was void of smiles as he asked in a hard voice, "Are you really set on divorce?"

He dismissed her company without consulting her and insisted she become a housewife, disrespecting

her and disregarding her feelings. That was something she could never stomach.

So she nodded firmly and said, "Yes."

His eyebrows furrowed as his grip tightened to the point where Roxanne felt like her arm was about to

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Seeing his furrowed brows, Roxanne sighed inwardly.

He must be hurting.

Roxanne understood his pain.

She was in pain too.

She had said that she wanted to balance family and work, to prioritize her husband.

But he still insisted on shutting down her company, forcing her to be a housewife.

Was being a housewife really that great?

Look at the housewives in society, begging their husbands for money every day.

They must regret it.

No work, no income, no self, no societal value, just revolving around their husband and children.

If the husband is loving, it's bearable. But if he isn't, being criticized and complained about is just brutal.

Even if the husband is loving, it's only temporary. Eventually, he'll get tired too.

Roxanne's mind was clear; she had no desire to be a housewife.

Once divorced, Harrison would have no say over what work she did.

Even with all his power, he wouldn't dare touch her.

The more she thought about it, the straighter she stood. "When you have time, we'll take care of the

divorce. And we should tell your father about the divorce straight up. The sooner, the better."

Though her arm was in pain from Harrison's grip, Roxanne's face remained calm.

Once she made up her mind, she never looked back. But only she knew how tangled her heart was.

The more she felt that way, the more she hid it.

That made Harrison feel as if she was heartless.

As the richest man, he bent over backward to be good to her and to pamper her. Wasn't that enough?

But she still wanted a divorce.

Harrison was livid.

"I'll ask one last time." His voice was icy. "Did you ever truly love me?"

Did she love him?

Roxanne wasn't sure.

Maybe she felt lonely, with no one to care for her except Chloe.

When a considerate husband appeared, willing to share the housework and willing to hand over all

income to her for management, she felt secure and safe. But that might not have been love.

If it wasn't love, why did it hurt so much?

So maybe it was love.

She wasn't sure.

Regardless, she had genuinely tried to make things work with Harrison.

Then two issues popped up.

One was Harrison's identity as the top tycoon in Seraphim Haven.

The other was Harrison's insistence that she become a housewife.

She could work to accept his tycoon identity and get close to him.

But she couldn't accept the second issue.

Her confusion only deepened Harrison's pain, as his shoulders sagged.

That passionate man was suddenly filled with sorrow.

But Harrison, like her, hid his pain behind a cold look. "I'm asking you. Answer me."

Roxanne didn't want to lie to herself or him.

She said honestly, "Maybe I did love you, but not deeply."

Otherwise, why wouldn't she be willing to sacrifice herself to willingly become his housewife?

This answer was for Harrison, but also for her inner confusion.

"Maybe loved?"

Harrison laughed bitterly, releasing Roxanne's arm.

His hand hung by his side, clenched tightly.

What a ridiculous answer.

He couldn't accept it. "Then, when you were in bed with me, calling me 'dear', what was that? Was that

not love?"

Roxanne looked helplessly at the cold-eyed man in front of her. A few seconds later, she said,

"Harrison, we're getting a divorce. Why dwell on these things?"

In the end, she didn't love him deeply.

He probably didn't love her deeply either.

Otherwise, knowing how much she loved her job, why would he insist on shutting down her company

and forcing her to be a housewife?

She was unwilling to compromise for him, and he was the same.

In the end, their love for each other wasn't deep.

"Harrison, I'm free anytime. When you're ready, we'll get the paperwork together and head to the city

hall for the divorce."

With that, she turned and left decisively.

Harrison didn't chase after her. He just stood there, watching her stride away.

The door was originally ajar, but when it fully opened, Alexander, who had been eavesdropping, almost

fell in.

Seeing Roxanne, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen. I was here to

discuss something with Harrison and happened to overhear."

Roxanne replied bluntly, "It's okay; you all would have known sooner or later."

"Roxanne, are you really set on divorcing? Harrison just doesn't want you to work. He hasn't done

anything majorly wrong. He doesn't cheat, he doesn't abuse you, and he cares about you a lot. This

issue doesn't seem worth divorcing over."

Alexander tried to persuade Roxanne in every way possible.

"Besides, look at you, marrying a man as good as Harrison. He's rich, has status, power, and is good-

looking. It's like hitting the jackpot. Many successful people's partners aren't as lucky as you."

"Are you saying I'm not good enough for him?" Roxanne asked.

"No, no, absolutely not. I'm not looking down on you at all. I'm just saying, it's such a stroke of fate for

you and Harrison to be together, to be husband and wife," Alexander rambled, his mouth practically

drying up from all the talking.

Finally, he pleaded, "Roxanne, divorce is a big deal. You can't just jump into it like this. You can't make

a decision so rashly."

"Alexander, thank you. But I've made up my mind. You don't have to try to persuade me anymore.

Thank you for taking care of me and Chloe all this time. I'll remember it."

With that, she grabbed her bag and left.

Alexander tried to chase after her, "Roxanne, you can't be so impulsive about divorce! Roxanne, wait.

Hear me out!"

Before he could finish, Harrison cut him off coldly, "Let her go."