Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 112 Sixty Forty

Chapter 112: Sixty-Forty

(Aurora’s POV)

I stopped walking for a second. The lunch crowd moved around me. I read the message again, then typed

back: *Give me ten minutes.*

I walked back to the office faster than I needed to.

At my workstation, I sat down, opened my laptop, and pulled up the sss from the court. The document was attached – twelve pages, formal header, case number at the top. I scrolled directly to the last page.

The final ruling was there in plain language. The court granted the divorce. The marriage between Aurora Higgins and Jasper Everett was legally dissolved, effective immediately upon issuance of this decree.

Something in my chest came loose.

I sat with that for a moment. Just a moment.

Then I kept reading. The property division section was two pages long, and I read every line of it. The court had found that the respondent – Jasper – had violated the fundamental obligations of the marital contract. On that basis, the court awarded sixty percent of jointly-held marital assets to the petitioner.

Sixty to me. Forty to him.

I stared at that number.

I’d spent three years in that marriage. I’d given up my research career, my own ambitions, my time, my health. I’d had a miscarriage alone in a hospital while he was with her. I’d signed papers and attended dinners and smiled at people who looked through me like I wasn’t there.

Sixty percent.

I exhaled slowly and closed the document.

It wasn’t nothing. It was, in fact, a great deal. I knew that.

I picked up my phone and walked to the stairwell.

Gavin picked up on the second ring.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked.

“Honestly?” I leaned against the wall. “Part of me wanted him to walk away with nothing.”

“I know.”

“But I know that’s not realistic.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “How hard was the sixty-forty to get?”

“Hard,” Gavin said, and he wasn’t softening it. “Cases where the cheating party loses everything in the settlement are almost unheard of. Going in, I was aiming for seventy-thirty at best. Sixty-forty is better than I expected.”

* Chapter 112 Sixty-Forty

“Then I’m not appealing.”

“Good. You shouldn’t.” A pause. “But here’s what I’d think about Jasper might.”

“You think he’ll contest it?”

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“I think he’s going to be furious,” Gavin said flatly. “Whether that fury translates into an appeal is another question. But even if it does, the chances of a second court overturning this ruling are low. The evidence of infidelity is documented. The ruling is solid.”

“So we’d win again.”

“Almost certainly. But it would take time.” He paused. “Which is why I’d suggest you meet with him soon. In person, with me present if you want. Get ahead of whatever he’s planning. And get a sense of how he intends to handle the asset division in practice.”

I thought about that. Walking into Jasper’s building. Sitting across a table from him.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go after work.”

(Jasper’s POV)

The last meeting ran until half past five.

Jasper walked out of the conference room with his jacket over his arm, already loosening his tie. His phone had been face-down on the table for three hours – a habit he’d developed years ago, because nothing killed a negotiation faster than a CEO visibly distracted by his screen.

He picked it up now.

Four missed calls. All from his lawyer.

He stopped in the hallway and called back.

The lawyer answered immediately. His voice had the particular controlled flatness of someone delivering news they knew wouldn’t land well.

“The decree came through this afternoon,” he said. “The court has granted the divorce. And the property division -” A short pause. “Sixty-forty. In her favor.”

Jasper didn’t say anything.

“Mr. Everett, I want to walk you through the options -”

“Sixty-forty,” Jasper repeated.

“Yes. Given the court’s findings regarding the fidelity clause -”

Jasper stopped listening.

Three years. The apartment they’d furnished together, the investment accounts, the assets he’d built during the marriage – he would walk away with forty percent of all of it. Aurora would take sixty.

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He was still holding the steel pen he’d carried into the meeting. He didn’t realize how hard he was gripping

it until he felt it give – a sharp crack, and then ink spreading across his fingers, bleeding into the lines of his

palm.

He stared at his hand.

(Author’s POV)

Aurora sent the last message at 5:47 PM.

A former colleague in the legal department confirmed what she needed to know: Jasper was still in the building, hadn’t called for his car yet, and had a meeting wrap-up scheduled for six. She closed the chat, opened the Uber app, and typed in the address.

She arrived at the Aether Life Sciences tower twenty minutes later.

The lobby was in that particular state of controlled chaos that hit every corporate building at end of day- badge scanners beeping, groups clustering near the revolving doors, the elevator bank backed up with people in coats and scarves. The front desk receptionist was already shutting down her monitor when Aurbra walked in.

The woman looked up, blinked, and didn’t immediately place her.

Aurora smiled. “I used to work in the secretarial pool. Third floor. I’m just heading up to find someone.” The receptionist’s expression cleared. “Oh – right, of course.” She waved a hand toward the elevators, already turning back to her bag.

Aurora joined the queue at the elevators. The lobby hummed around her.

The doors opened.

Ethan Wright stepped out, tablet under one arm, jacket half-buttoned. He saw Aurora and stopped dead.

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