No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 85

York's cold indifference struck a raw nerve in Claudia.

She wrenched her hand away, pushing at him. "Why? You're the one who betrayed this marriage! Why should I have to endure all of this?"

York seized both of her wrists. "Because you are Mrs. Ferguson. You will endure it whether you like it or not."

Losing control, Claudia screamed, "I don't want to be Mrs. Ferguson! I don't want you anymore, York! I want a divorce! Don't you understand?"

York's voice was chillingly calm. "Claudia, without my approval, no auction house in all of Capital City will take your jewelry, and no hospital will ever hire you."

Claudia thrashed against him, pummeling his chest. "You bastard, York!"

"Claudia, I know you don't want a divorce," he continued, his tone merciless and cool. "But let's say, for the sake of argument, that you were serious. As I've told you before, you can't afford to divorce me."

His words were a final, brutal blow. They stared at each other, and the despair in Claudia's eyes slowly hardened into hatred.

Unable to free her hands, she suddenly lunged forward and bit down hard on his shoulder.

York let out a muffled grunt of pain but didn't move. Instead, he pulled her closer, holding her tight.

For what felt like an eternity, the only sound in the cramped luxury car was their breathing.

Only when the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth did Claudia finally let go.

Her lips were stained crimson, her eyes even redder.

Her gaze, filled with hate, locked onto his. Trembling, she spoke, each word precise and sharp. "The day you married me, I made a vow. I would rather give up my own life than ever give up on you, York."

Her voice shook. "Now, I regret it. Even if it means my death, I will leave you."

Claudia threw open the car door and left without looking back.

York gently touched his throbbing shoulder, watching through the window as she stumbled across the street, sobbing uncontrollably.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Then why don't you just take Ann James and her son with you?"

York frowned.

"Or," Peter suggested sarcastically, "you could just get rid of Claudia and solve the problem for good."

York glared at him.

Peter threw his hands up. "Or you could die. Then they'd both probably quiet down."

York started for the door of the private room, then stopped. "Claudia's lost her job. I'm worried she'll lose her cool and go argue with my grandfather. I'll have Darleen visit him more often while I'm gone. If anything happens, call me immediately."

Three days after York left, Claudia's jewelry was sold.

Moreover, the buyer signed an agreement stating that if they ever decided to resell the collection, Claudia would have the right of first refusal.