Reborn to Dodge the Bad Marriage novel Chapter 101

15:34 Thu, Oct 1.

Rebo to Dodge the Bad Marriage

Chapter 101 The Divorce Clause

Constance was that way herself, and so was Cordelia.

She opened her eyes. “Get the lawyer over here. Tell him to draw up a contract.”

Upstairs, Olivia stood out on the balcony and watched Nora’s car go down the drive and out of sight, one corner of her mouth lifting.

Nora was halfway across town when Wren called. “Don’t bother coming for me, Nora. The divorce is off for today.”

She frowned. “What happened?”

Did she let him talk her around again?

“Damon has some big deal on,” Wren said. “He flew out in the middle of the night.”

Nora snorted. “That’s convenient. He isn’t backing out, is he?”

“Please, he’d love that.” Wren laughed, though it was hard to tell whether the laugh was aimed at herself or at

Damon.

Nora hung up and drove on, and she couldn’t help wondering whether Julian would want a divorce too, if he was still alive a year from now.

Ridiculous.

She had actually let herself think he was different. That day, she’d even caught herself not wanting him to die.

I read way too much into it…

With the courthouse off the table, Nora changed lanes and headed for the office instead.

For once, Mandy wasn’t downstairs waiting for her. Something good must have landed in her lap.

She had barely sat down before Bridget came over. “Here’s the plan with my changes in it. What do you think?”

Nora took the proposal and skimmed it. “A few details still need work…”

They finished up, and she’d barely caught her breath before Chloe came in.

“Ms. Sinclair, there’s a lawyer here to see you. He says your grandmother sent him. Should I send him up?”

A lawyer? Why would Grandma Weston be sending one? Nora set down her pen.

“Send him up,” she said.

A few minutes later, Owen Beck came into her office.

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“Ms. Sinclair, good afternoon. I’m Madam Weston’s personal legal counsel.”

“M Beck.” Nora kept her voice flat.

Owen skipped the small talk and set a contract down in front of her. “Madam Weston asked me to draw this up. It covers how the assets would be divided. Read it, and if nothing in it troubles you, sign.”

The contract laid out how everything would be split in a divorce.

Nora frowned as she turned the pages, and Owen walked her through what each clause meant.

It came out exactly as Constance had said it would. If she divorced, she’d walk away with half the Weston fortune on top of everything already in her own name.

But if she was still married a year from now, she’d inherit nothing at all.

She’s really that afraid I won’t go through with it.

It almost made Nora laugh. “Grandma Weston wrote this herself?”

There was something close to a threat in the wording.

Owen smiled. “If you have no objection, go ahead and sign. Madam Weston will take care of everything you’re dealing with right now.”

Nora picked up the pen, signed it fast, and handed it back with a faint smile. “That won’t be necessary. I can handle my own problems. If she’s feeling generous, she can set more money aside for me.”

All at once she understood why Wren had refused to take a cent.

Sometimes a person dug in out of pure stubbornness. They wanted their dignity, they wanted to make a point, and no amount of money bought either one.

Owen checked the signature and made sure it was in order. “I’ll pass that along to Madam Weston.”

Ten minutes after he left, a transfer notice came through on Nora’s phone. Her account was up $50,000,000.

Then, a message from Constance came in right behind it. “There’s an auction tonight. One of the lots is an emerald necklace that would go with that dress of yours. Bid on it, or on whatever else you like.”

None of it added up for Nora. First the push toward a divorce, then the money.

Either it was meant to smooth things over, or it was hush money in case she told Julian.

At noon, Nora ate in the restaurant on the ground floor of her building.

Julian tried to video call her, and she declined it.

He texted, “Still busy?”

Nora answered with one word. “Yeah.”

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“Dinner tonight, then,” he wrote. “I’ll come get you.”

sent back. “Thanks, but no. I’ve got something on tonight.”

“Where is it?” he wrote. “I’ll pick you up and we can drive home together.”

“Don’t bother. I’m staying at my cousin’s for a while. She just had surgery and now she’s getting a divorce, so I want to be with her for a few days.”

“All right.”

Nora didn’t write again. She sat looking at the thread, her appetite gone.

She backed out of the thread. Instagram had a notification waiting, Olivia again, so she tapped through.

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