The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 137

Jillian frowned.

Killian had already brought up the subject of divorce. Handing her the reins to the household now seemed entirely pointless.

He definitely had an ulterior motive.

Sure enough, Killian followed it up immediately. "I want you to resign from Daniel's company tomorrow."

Jillian blinked, immediately understanding his true intention.

He was trying to buy her resignation with domestic power.

Killian was always impeccably rational and calculating when it came to business, but when it came to her, he acted entirely on erratic whims. His emotions were utterly unpredictable.

He could initiate sex out of pure physical need, then treat her like absolute garbage the very next morning, as if they hadn't shared an ounce of intimacy the night before.

It was exactly this hot-and-cold treatment that constantly drove Jillian into spirals of overthinking.

Back in the day, Jillian truly had desperately coveted control over the household. She had foolishly believed that managing the home would earn her Killian's validation.

But after a few months in the corporate world, she saw the reality clearly. So-called "household management" wasn't a mark of a woman's true status; it was simply a scrap of authority a man let slip through his fingers to make himself look magnanimous.

"I'm not resigning," Jillian replied calmly, her stance immovable.

"You'd better think very carefully about what you're saying."

"I'm perfectly clear."

In the vast, silent living room, their eyes locked, neither willing to yield an inch.

After a tense moment, Jillian broke the silence. "If you want me out, I can pack my bags and leave right now."

Her suitcase upstairs still held all her IDs and essential documents. She had never unpacked them, fully prepared to walk out the door at a moment's notice.

Killian stared at her, utterly speechless, before turning on his heel and marching upstairs. Seconds later, the heavy thud of the study door slamming echoed through the house.

Jillian let out a shaky breath and collapsed onto the sofa in pure exhaustion.

Mrs. Zeller scurried into the room at that moment. Spotting the bank card on the coffee table, she shot Jillian a venomous glare and snatched it up.

Since it was the weekend, Jillian threw on a simple outfit and hurried over to the restaurant.

The private dining room was indeed filled with several stars. The most seasoned and influential among them was the singer Harlan Quint. His charitable foundation was one of the largest in the industry, and Mallory was hoping to lock down a partnership with him tonight.

A few other actors were seated next to Harlan. Jillian had only ever seen them on television.

Mallory smiled and introduced her to the room. "This is my good friend, Jillian. She's currently working at Mr. Langley's company."

The celebrities politely stood to greet her. After a round of handshakes, everyone took their seats.

Over dinner, Mallory and Harlan hammered out the details of their collaboration. Seated next to Harlan was a wildly popular young actor who was undeniably handsome but seemed rather shy.

Mallory, with her bold and enthusiastic personality, couldn't resist teasing the handsome young man.

Jillian desperately wanted to bury her face in her hands, subtly nudging Mallory under the table with her elbow.

But Mallory was notoriously brazen. Everyone was used to it and simply brushed off her flirting as a joke.