Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 25

**Chapter 25: Spousal Asset Sharing**

Sylvara felt a lump in her throat as she processed the astonishing turn of events. One moment, she was grappling with financial despair, and the next, she found herself swimming in wealth. It was as if she had stepped into a fantastical realm, a vivid dream that blurred the lines of reality.

In disbelief, she pinched her arm, a reflexive check to confirm that this was not a figment of her imagination. The sharp sting proved it—this was indeed her new reality.

Her mind raced back to her aunt, who had always been tight-fisted with her money. Even if they liquidated her aunt’s entire estate, there was no way they could amass such a fortune.

Could this be the unexpected perk of marrying the Empire’s Commander and His Highness, Agares?

“Why are you pinching yourself?” Aslan’s voice broke her reverie, his keen eyes narrowing as he pieced together the puzzle of his chosen sweetheart. She might have seemed a bit sluggish, lacking both mental vigor and physical prowess, but he had already made his commitment. There was something about her that sparked his determination; he would nurture her potential.

“If you’re curious about the source of that money, just click on the funds source,” he suggested, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Sylvara followed his advice, her fingers trembling slightly as she clicked on the link beside her account. The information that appeared was straightforward and startling—spousal asset sharing.

In simpler terms, this monumental sum of money belonged to her husband.

Her husband, a striking figure with long legs and a commanding presence, was not just handsome; he possessed a voice that could soothe and a strength that could protect. And the fact that he was unable to have children? That was merely icing on the cake.

Where had such a flawless man emerged from?

In a moment of pure exhilaration, Sylvara placed a playful kiss on her optical computer screen. If only the circumstances allowed, she would be bounding around the room with joy. She was determined to find a way to capture his heart entirely, to make him fall hopelessly in love with her.

“So, you’ve figured out where the money comes from?” Aslan asked, a flicker of curiosity igniting within him. He wondered how his Sweetheart had landed such a fortune without any apparent mental energy.

The staggering number of zeros in her account could easily purchase the entirety of the Fifth Sector.

Sylvara beamed, unable to contain her delight. “Yep, it’s my husband’s.”

Aslan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, “Sweetheart, you’re only nineteen, and you’re already married?”

Her smile widened, crinkling the corners of her eyes. “Absolutely! My husband is tall, incredibly handsome, a skilled fighter, has a mesmerizing voice, and he’s so generous with me.”

She felt as if she had hit the jackpot. Life was now a smooth ride, and she could afford to be a carefree freeloader.

Aslan chuckled dryly, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words. “Generous with you? You two just registered your marriage a mere five hours ago, right?”

Throughout their conversation, the registration officer had been relentlessly chased and battered by the floating stone fragments. He attempted to escape, but the stones had other plans, forcing him to dart around the room like a headless chicken.

Sylvara finally ceased her coughing fit, her delicate features still flushed. “Fine,” she conceded, her voice steadier now.

With a snap of her fingers, the flying stones clattered to the floor simultaneously.

Jarrick, the registration officer, was left battered and bruised, blood trickling from his nose.

Aslan urged him with a smirk, “Hurry up, Mr. Flint. Next time, try not to judge people so harshly. If you encounter someone else who desires an installment plan or can’t afford tuition, don’t brush them off.

“Academy rules may be strict, but people are adaptable. Setting up an installment plan for someone won’t break the bank.”

Every part of Jarrick’s body protested as he moved, and with the Agriculture Department chief present and this girl exhibiting some supernatural abilities, he dared not act out. He quickly acquiesced, “Yes, yes. It won’t happen again. Please, scan your card here, Sylvara.”

A throng of students had gathered to see Agares, their excitement palpable.

He nodded in acknowledgment, and the crowd erupted in cheers, shouting, “Mr. Vaelor, you’re our hero, our idol! We’ll always support you!”