The Windfalls of Love novel 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 be crushed.

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?