"Divorce," she stated with absolute certainty.
Arthur nodded in agreement. "That's exactly what I just told him. You're definitely getting a divorce. Whether his refusal is about the land or about his supposed feelings, this is beyond saving."
"We Rossis don't settle for leftovers. If he finalizes the divorce paperwork within the thirty days, I'll sign the dividend agreement. For every day he stalls, my asking price goes up."
"If he wants to drag this to court, I'll play along and see if the Harrington family really has pockets that deep. If he pushes me too far, I'll just revoke the land entirely. Let him chew on that."
Hearing this, Alaina finally understood why Ethan had stormed out in such a blind rage.
Her father was stepping up to give her leverage, though a part of her worried this might complicate things.
Arthur patted her hand. "Your old man is rough around the edges, and I'm no good at sweet-talking to make you feel better. But I believe in you. This little bump in the road won't break you."
Alaina smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Dad. But playing tug-of-war with the Harringtons like this... I'm worried it's just going to drag on forever."
"Let him try to drag it out. We'll fight the divorce and the property dispute simultaneously," Arthur countered. "No matter how you slice it, they're the ones bleeding money."
Before she could get a word in, he added with deadpan seriousness,
"More importantly, we keep our options open. I've scoped out some new prospects for you this time. You really ought to trust your dad's judgment."
"What new prospects?" she asked, her brow furrowing.
"I'm telling you, we have plenty of outstanding men right here in town. Take the mayor's son, or that handsome young doctor who just moved here—he's got a college degree and everything..."
Alaina's head throbbed at the mere mention of setups. She forced a polite smile, nodded, and quickly made up an excuse about having errands to run so she could catch the afternoon bus back to the city.
As she was walking toward the edge of town, she ran into her childhood friend, Toby Hudson.
These days, most of the younger generation had left town for work, so running into him was a genuine surprise.
"I just walked past your house and saw a fancy luxury car. I was wondering if you had come back to visit," Toby said with a grin.
Alaina smiled, feeling a touch of nostalgia. "I heard you built a new house. Congratulations. I'm so sorry, but I really have to rush back. Let's definitely catch up properly next time I'm in town."
"No worries, that's what friends are for." Toby laughed, then suddenly leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "That guy who came with you earlier... he looked super familiar. Was he that guy from before?"
Alaina pressed a finger to her lips. "We promised to keep that a secret. Don't bring it up again."
Toby nodded emphatically.

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