But this time, the task truly seemed impossible.
He was now staring at the seventy-first version of the divorce agreement, revised over and over again with the legal team.
Yet…
It still hadn’t passed.
At first, when Jonathan told Terence the original agreement wouldn’t do and demanded a brand new one, Terence hadn’t been surprised. He didn’t even think it would be difficult.
Jonathan’s instructions were clear: remove the clause about transferring ten percent of The Thomas Group’s shares.
Terence did exactly that. But that was when the nightmare began.
For the next two weeks, he and the entire legal team had done nothing but revise the divorce agreement, again and again.
Submit a draft, get it rejected, revise. Submit again, rejected again. The cycle never ended.
Now, this was the seventy-first version.
And still, it hadn’t passed.
The worst part was, Terence had no idea what was wrong.
Jonathan refused to tell him what needed fixing.
Terence had asked—more than once. But Jonathan just told him to figure it out himself.
Sometimes Terence wondered if Jonathan actually wanted the divorce at all.
First there was the three-billion-dollar settlement—an astronomical sum. Then the ten percent stake in The Thomas Group. Maybe all of it was just a ploy to make Niamh change her mind and call off the divorce.
But Terence would never dare say that out loud—or even ask.
It didn’t make sense anyway.
This was Jonathan—when had he ever been afraid of divorce?
Besides, Marina was right there, waiting in the wings.
Terence couldn’t make sense of it no matter how he tried.
Later that evening, he submitted the seventy-second version. Still rejected.
By now, he wasn’t even discouraged anymore. He’d grown numb to it.
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