His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 98

The divorce terms Clive had dictated were exceptionally generous—he was willing to split all domestic assets right down the middle, fifty-fifty.

But that also meant he would be entitled to half of her shares in PurePath Biologics.

Since he was dragging his feet and refusing to negotiate, Whitley had no choice but to force his hand legally.

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The next day.

Whitley received a notification on her phone from the court. Her petition had passed the initial review and was officially filed. The formal summons had already been dispatched via same-day courier.

Given the speed of local delivery, Clive would have the divorce summons in his hands before the day was out.

Staring at the text on her screen, the unbearable weight that had been crushing Whitley's chest finally began to lift.

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Clive woke up with a vicious hangover, his skull throbbing violently.

As he walked downstairs, he called out purely on instinct. "Whitley, get me a coffee."

Zita hurried out of the kitchen, her expression cautious. "Sir, Mrs. Sherwood isn't home today... Let me get that for you."

Clive paused mid-step, slowly recalling through the haze that she was still throwing her little tantrum.

He gave a dismissive "Hmm," his face completely unbothered as he turned around to go get dressed. It was as if he merely realized he had misplaced a convenient household appliance—nothing worth an actual reaction.

Upon arriving at his office, his assistant, Cole, shadowed him down the hall, rattling off his morning itinerary.

For the entire morning, Clive buried himself in paperwork, giving absolutely zero thought to the domestic drama at home.

It wasn't until noon, after wrapping up a board meeting, that he headed down to his waiting car to depart for his next appointment.

The second he slid into the backseat, Cole handed him a freshly signed-for envelope. "A same-day courier just dropped this off. It's from the courthouse, addressed directly to you."

In his position, Clive dealt with legal disputes and court documents on a regular basis, receiving similar packages constantly.

He didn't even blink, waving it off with total apathy. "Leave it. Hand it over to the legal department later to sort out."

Not to mention, given the terrifying scope of the Sherwood family's power, even solid evidence might not be enough to actually bring him down.

She was exhausted. She refused to spend years engaged in an endless, toxic legal war of attrition with him.

She wasn't going to waste another drop of energy on someone who wasn't worth it.

All she wanted was a clean, rapid, total severance.

To cut the cord and never see him again.

Zinnia gazed at Whitley, unable to mask the profound heartbreak in her eyes.

Surviving within the Sherwood family for years, Whitley had always understood the sheer brutality of wealth and the fickle nature of their loyalty.

She just hadn't wanted to admit that Clive had never held a place for her in his heart.

She had desperately guarded the hollow shell of their marriage, clinging to the delusional fantasy that if she was just understanding enough, accommodating enough, and perfect enough, she could eventually warm the heart of a man who didn't love her.