His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 410

Having heard she was not allowed to go out, Elspeth was throwing tantrum at home, cursing anyone within sight.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Abernathy, but this is Mr. Abernathy's order. We have to comply."

Frederic's secretary looked at her coldly, his tone barely hiding his censure, "I suggest you go back to your room and save us all the trouble. After all, because of you, the whole Abernathy Group is in chaos. Please don't add more trouble to Mr. Abernathy’s plate."

"How dare you!"

With a loud slap, Elspeth, her eyes blazing, slapped Dennis across the face, "I'm Mr. Abernathy’s wife! You're nothing but a lackey. How dare you speak to me like that?!"

Dennis chuckled, not angry at all, "Indeed, Mr. Abernathy has been good to me. But isn't it true that you are also taking advantage of Mr. Abernathy’s power, disregarding the rules, and freely abusing your subordinates?"

Elspeth was momentarily stunned, then the meaning of his words sank in. The cheek of him, calling her a lackey too?!

Just as Elspeth was about to slap him again to teach him a lesson, Frederic walked in, expressionless.

"Frederic!" Elspeth immediately pulled back her hand, and with tears streaming down her face, fell into her husband's arms, "You're finally back. I can't go on without you by my side."

She changed her demeanor in a second, no longer the shrew from a moment ago.

Dennis scoffed, nothing but contempt on his face.

"I wasn't around, but you seemed to be doing just fine, even had the energy to discipline my secretary." Frederic's lips curled in a cold smirk, his gaze devoid of warmth, making her skin crawl.

"Frederic, I saw that the rumors about me at the funeral have been suppressed online. You did it, didn't you?"

Elspeth, with tears in her eyes, tried to snuggle into his arms, "I knew it. You would do this for me, Frederic. You wouldn’t ignore me when I'm in trouble."

Frederic abruptly stepped back, leaving Elspeth lunging at thin air.

She looked up in surprise, meeting his icy gaze.

"Who told you that I did it for you?" Frederic scoffed, "I did it for the Abernathy family, for the Abernathy Group."

"Frederic." Elspeth was dumbstruck, unable to believe what her husband just said.

"Elspeth, I am indeed your husband, but my more important role is as the chairman of the Abernathy Group, not a tool to clean up your messes time and again."

Frederic looked away, not wanting to look at her any longer, "This is the last time. Next time, I will throw you out to be criticized by everyone. Even if you become a pariah, it will have nothing to do with me or the Abernathy Group. The mess you made should be cleaned up by yourself. Nobody is obligated to take responsibility for your mistakes."

After that, he turned to leave without lingering, but was grabbed by Elspeth, "Frederic! How could you say that?! I'm your wife! I'm your loved one! How can you bear to throw me to the wolves?!"

"Husband and wife? Don't insult those words."

Frederic laughed bitterly, taking her fingers off his arm one by one, "Our family is not big enough to accommodate a lawless, trouble-making person like you. I can't take you as my wife anymore."

"Frederic! You want to divorce me?!" Elspeth was almost hysterical.

"Do you think I don't want to?!"

Frederic finally lost his patience, his anger exploding, "Do you think I don't want to divorce you?! If it wasn't for the Abernathy Group's current difficulties, if it wasn't for the fact you gave me two daughters, do you think I would keep you around?!"

Elspeth went pale, feeling as if all the blood had drained from her body.

She had always believed that she had some control over Frederic, and with the two daughters she had given him, she thought that he would never propose a divorce, not even for the sake of the company's interests and his own reputation.

But, when she heard the word "divorce" from his mouth, she almost blacked out.

She had really lost him.

No!

Without her status as the wife of the Abernathy Group’s chairman, she would be nothing! Who would care about her then?!

It was only because she was Frederic's wife that Thaddeus and Evadne had been unable to touch her all this time. If she lost his protection, they would tear her to pieces!

"Starting from now, without my permission, you're not allowed to step foot outside of Windermere Estate. If you dare to disobey, I'll send you abroad. You won't be able to set foot in Elmsworth again!"

"How can you be so unreasonable, Frederic! I attended the funeral out of goodwill, to help settle the aftermath! It was that vicious Evadne who kept hounding me like a mad dog, wanting to ruin our Abernathy Group. That's why things turned out like this!" Elspeth defended herself desperately.

"Do you think I'm a fool?!"

Frederic didn't want to hear her lies anymore. His tone was cold and hard, full of hatred, "I checked. Those reporters were all brought in by you! You knew full well that you and Evadne don't see eye to eye, yet you deliberately provoked her. If you're willing to be the clown, you can't blame anyone else for seeing you as one. Stay out of my sight!"

"Frederic! You can't treat me like this. Frederic!"

In the heat of their tug-of-war, a distinct thud echoed through the room. Frederic's wooden box slipped from his grasp, its contents scattering across the floor!

His gaze fell upon Cynthia's belongings strewn about, the jade bracelet he'd given her now split in half. Rage boiled in his eyes, a crimson fury that seemed ready to burst from his sockets at any moment.

Elspeth was taken aback by his fierce glare, and upon she saw the objects on the floor, her complexion drained of color.

She recognized them; they were Cynthia's things.

Why did he have Cynthia's possessions? Why did he hold so dearly to the mementos of a woman, a dead woman who had been forgotten for twenty years?

"Get lost. Now."

Frederic knelt down, his eyes filled with sorrow as he picked up each item, holding them tightly in his palms.

"Frederic, I didn't mean to."

"Get out!"

Frederic's voice was a thunderous roar, strained to its limits.

Late into the night, the study was tranquil. The silvery moonlight streaming through the window cast a mournful glow on Frederic's face.

Dennis came in, bringing him his blood pressure medication.

"Mr. Abernathy, it's late and your health hasn't been the best. You should rest."

"You've had a rough night." Frederic's voice was low, his gaze fixated on the photographs Cynthia had left behind.

Dennis paused, understanding that he was referring to the incident with Elspeth, shrugged it off with a smile, "I've been with you for many years. This is nothing. But I think, if Cynthia were here, she wouldn't want you to worry so much."

"Yes, Cynthia was always so kind-hearted."

His voice caught in his throat, his eyes welling up with a painful redness.