Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Inkwood House.

Nothing could be more ironic than that.

They called it the marital home she shared with Evan, yet all these years, she had been living in a house under Fiona’s name.

Evan did not care. Fiona was his younger sister, after all.

But now Fiona was bringing Felix and Inkwood House into the same sentence, making it clear she was trying to disgust Stella on purpose.

Stella arched a brow, then got up and walked toward the storage room.

There, among the supplies…

Was gasoline for the lawn mower.

After leaving Inkwood House, Marianne felt increasingly uneasy.

She tried calling Evan to tell him something was off about Stella, but the call would not go through.

Left with no choice, she hurried to the supermarket, planning to grab the vinegar and get back as quickly as possible. 1

At that moment, Evan was on his way to the hospital,

After a moment’s thought, he called Felix.

This time, Felix picked up.

Evan said coldly, “She won’t be going to work for a while. She’ll be staying home to recover and prepare for pregnancy.”

He emphasized the last two words.

On the other end, Felix actually laughed.

A man who was usually composed and unreadable let out a low chuckle.

“You really think she’d still have your child?”

“She’s my wife. If she’s not having my child, then whose is she supposed to have?”

Evan was already at his limit when it came to Felix and Stella. Now his voice was laced with open hostility.

He was making his stance clear.

Felix replied calmly, “You two are going to divorce.”

Evan froze.

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The word divorce hit him like a trigger.

“Felix, don’t push it too far!”

Saying it once was one thing.

But now Felix kept repeating it, with absolute certainty.

What, was he planning to do something if they did not divorce?

In his office, Felix sat behind his desk.

He wore a dark suit with a silver-gray tie, his presence carrying a heavy, suffocating pressure.

His already sharp features were made even colder by the thin gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose, giving him a composed yet dangerously intimidating aura.

Listening to Evan’s barely contained rage, Felix said evenly, “Yelling at me won’t change anything.

“Dragging this out won’t do you any favors. You should end it sooner rather than later.”

“Felix!”

Evan’s anger surged again, but before he could say anything more, the line went dead.

Felix had already hung up.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

“Sir.”

Felix took a drag from the cigarette still burning between his fingers. “What is it?”

“Our people went to Inkwood House and saw Miss Rowan. But Gray was there too.”

At the mention of Gray, Felix’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“Pull our people back.”

Gallo worked for Stella’s brother.

Evan had no idea who he had really offended this time, yet he was still stubbornly pushing forward,

After all these years of holding everything in his hands, it was about time he paid a price.

The assistant placed a file on the desk, then added, “Inkwood House is on fire.”

Felix’s hand paused midair, the cigarette between his fingers.

His eyes turned colder, deep and unreadable.

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