Chasing after my beloved wife

Divorce

"Firstly, the Richard family is going to hold a grand funeral for the Leonard family. We owe it to them, and it isn't something we can repay them our whole lives. As for the Leonard Group, as long as I am alive, no one is allowed to have any thoughts about it!"

Everyone was silent. No one had a thing to say about the funeral as it didn't cost much.

Shawn turned his head to one side. He had never taken Leonard Group seriously. He only bought the shares to let Joye know that she was wrong.

After staring at Shawn, Baird retracted his gaze and said, "Secondly, I am transferring all my shares of the Richard Group to Joye. She will be the biggest shareholder of the Richard Group!"

As soon as Baird finished speaking, everyone's expression shifted greatly. Xaria was the first to express her dissatisfaction. "Dad, it's not appropriate to transfer the shares to Joye."

"Why is it inappropriate? Not to mention the shares, I would even give Joye the entire Richard Group in exchange for her family's life."

Baird slammed his cane on the ground. Xaria’s unhappiness was written all over her face. She wanted to say something, but Maisie stopped her.

The commotion woke Joye up from her deep sleep. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Grandpa…"

Baird held his cane and said in a slightly guilty tone, "Joye, we have let you down. If you have anything you want, just go ahead and tell me. I will do everything to fulfill it."

Only then did she move. Looking at his guilty eyes, she couldn't help but cry again. She asked in a hoarse voice

"You'll agree to anything?"

"Yes, just go ahead and tell me."

Seeing Baird nodding firmly, Joye moved her weak body. Disregarding the needle in her arm, she insisted on getting out of bed.

"What are you doing? You're still sick."

She bent her knees and fell to the ground with a plop. She raised her head and said with determination in her eyes, "Grandpa, I wish to divorce Shawn and leave this place."

She didn't want to face him ever again.

Everyone was stunned to hear that she wanted a divorce.

Shawn's expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect her to ask for a divorce.

Baird's hand, which was holding on to the cane, trembled. He looked at the pain in her eyes and sighed after a long time.

"Okay, I promise you that, but I also have a request. Please give Shawn another month. If you insist on divorce after a month, I will not stop you."

After saying this, he glared at Shawn. "If she insists on a divorce after a month, the shares under your name will also be transferred to her as alimony."

Joye had not once looked at Shawn. She knew Baird's temper. He would make sure it happened once he gave his word. She nodded and braced herself to survive another month.

The Richard family held a grand funeral that cost a huge sum of money. However, it meant nothing to her as her family was gone. No amount of money would bring them back.

In the quiet graveyard, her assistant looked up at the sky, opened the black umbrella, and reminded her in distress, "Miss. Leonard, it's raining."

However, Joye had no intention of getting up. She knelt in front of the tombstone, staring at her family's names.

Shawn stood behind a pine tree in the distance. He clenched his hands into fists, wanting to go up to her. But he quickly gave up on the thought.

"Mr. Shawn, are you not going over?"

The servant asked in confusion. Shawn frowned and shook his head, not noticing the heartache he felt for Joye. If he went there now, she was likely to hit him.

His mobile phone vibrated. He took out his mobile phone, annoyed. Seeing that it was a strange number, he hung up right away.

Just as he was about to put it back into his pocket, his phone vibrated again. It was a text message.

"Shawn, I'm coming home. Are you alright?" Attached below the message was a piece of flight information.

He knew who it was from.

Staring at the words on the screen, helplessness consumed him.

Rain fell into his eyes when he raised his head. Then, he stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket.

When he looked at the graveyard again, Joye’s thin figure was gone. He quickly looked around, only to discover that Joye had already gotten into Yvon's car.

Why were they together?

"It seems like Madam Joye has gotten close to Mr. Yvon lately."

The servant followed Shawn's gaze and spoke. The servant immediately realized that she had spoken too much when she noticed Shawn's deathly glance.

When did the relationship between Joye and Yvon start?

Ever since Joye got in the car, she had been looking out of the window in silence. The rainy weather perfectly reflected what she was feeling right then.

She was not in tremendous pain as in the beginning, but the pain was there to stay. She wondered if it’ll always be there.

Yvon tilted his head to look at her and couldn't help but comfort her, "Time is the best medicine. Everything will get better."

She moved slightly but continued to stare into the distance. With a slightly hoarse voice, she asked, "Can you take me to a bar? I feel like drinking."

Yvon frowned. She shouldn't be drinking at a bar with how she was. So, he suggested, "Our army has an art performance today. I can take you there to take your mind off things."

"I only feel like drinking. If you don't want to bring me there, please stop the car and let me down."

When she turned around, the rims of her eyes were red and full of stubbornness. What she wanted to do most now was to find a place to get herself drunk and vent her suppressed emotions. Otherwise, she wouldn't know how to muster enough courage to bear it for a month.

The guard looked over at Yvon with questioning eyes. Yvon pursed his lips and nodded. "Okay, let’s go to the nearest bar."

Five minutes later, Joye was seated by the bar counter, the bottle in front of her was left with two-thirds of wine.

A violent cough suddenly sounded.

Joye was drinking so quickly that she choked. Subconsciously, she bent over, and tears came out of her eyes. Yvon, as a gentleman, reached out and patted her on the back.

"Don't drink so fast. Since I brought you here, I won't interfere with how much you drink."

He would rather she drank away her sorrows.

"Thank you."

She forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, before wiping away the tears that sprung from her eyes after coughing. Then, she raised her head and continued to drink.

After another few glasses of wine, her pale cheeks turned red, and her eyes became misty. She reached out to pinch the cheeks of the man in front of her.

"Shawn, why did you do this to me?"

"Since you don't even like me, why did you agree to marry me? Do you think I could stand seeing you with other women every day? I am only human. I have a heart too. I am done enduring it."

In a daze, she complained about Shawn as tears rolled down her face. At first, she was sobbing silently, but it soon turned into a hysterical cry.

Did he even know how much he hurt her? Did he know how weak she was because she loved him?

But he hurt her so badly.