No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 103

York's calm analysis made Claudia break down all over again.

He had followed her all the way here, not to win her back, but to convince her to tolerate Ann James and her son.

Claudia shoved him hard. "York," she said, her expression filled with resentment, "for the three years I was your wife, you kept a ledger of every single cent you deigned to spend on my family. That is reality."

A strange tightness seized York's chest. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrists.

He tried to force a smile, but no sound came out.

Her eyes welled with tears as she struggled against his grip. "You want to talk about reality with me? You're cruel and heartless to me, yet you give all your love to that mother and son. How can you be such a hypocrite?!"

Ignoring her struggles, York wrapped one arm around her lower back, using the other to soothe her.

He tried to change the subject. "We haven't seen each other in a week. Can we not talk about this for now?"

Claudia pushed against his chest, tears finally spilling over, but her tone was firmer than it had ever been.

"York, I cannot tolerate my husband having another woman in his heart. I cannot tolerate my husband having a child with another woman. I cannot stand watching my husband repeatedly cross every line and ignore my pain for another woman. To get this divorce, I sold the family heirlooms my grandmother gave my mother. You should see how determined I am."

York patted her back patiently, trying to calm her. "Claudia, I know you feel wronged. Come home with me tomorrow. You can ask for anything you want."

"I only have one demand: to divorce you!" she cried, losing control and struggling again.

York freed a hand, opened the bedroom door behind her, and suddenly swept her into his arms, striding into the room.

He set her down on the edge of the bed, holding her in place.

He knelt before her, looking into her eyes. "Claudia, we've been married for three years. Don't you have any trust in me at all?"

York placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. "I know you're angry with me right now. I'm not that much of a bastard. I won't touch you."

Intimacy required consent. As much as he wanted her, he wouldn't force her.

With a long reach, York turned off the bedside lamp and lay down beside her, pulling her against him over the covers.

He rested his head near her and mumbled, "Stop fighting. Let me get some sleep."

No matter how much Claudia struggled, York kept his eyes closed, refusing to speak or let go.

Eventually, she grew tired of fighting and gave up.

They had slept together for three years, in every position imaginable. There was no point in being dramatic about it now.