The Windfalls of Love novel 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.