The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 193

She had put her whole heart into that marriage. But she couldn't stomach the betrayal.

From the get-go, Harrison had no plans to spend his life with her.

He made it clear to her that he didn't want that marriage and was only doing it because his father made him.

It was her agreement not to touch his premarital wealth that finally convinced him to tie the knot.

Roxanne totally got where he was coming from.

He was, after all, the richest man in Seraphim Haven.

With his billions, it made sense that he was wary of her.

She didn't know how to deal with Harrison.

She hadn't figured it out yet.

She sat on the couch, curled up, lost in thought, for two hours.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

It was the flowers, wine, candles, and steak she'd ordered from the delivery app.

Holding the flowers, she was pissed.

She had been so busy recently and hadn't been around for Harrison. So, she felt guilty about it.

They hadn't had a romantic moment in a month.

She wanted to make it up to him and apologize for her neglect.

That's why she ordered the flowers, wine, and candles.

She was planning a well-prepared candlelight dinner.

But then she thought, “Why am I the one apologizing? Harrison should be the one saying sorry.”

She wouldn't apologize. She tossed the flowers into the trash.

Not knowing how to deal with Harrison, she bought a plane ticket and flew back to Warmville.

Back in Warmville, it was just getting dark.

The assembly line in the factory was busy cranking out a batch of urgently needed electronics. Day and night, in shifts.

Roxanne patrolled the assembly line, chatting with a team leader there and emphasizing quality control with an inspector.

She used to be a workaholic.

She loved the hustle and the feeling of earning money through overtime.

But that day, in the assembly line workshop, she busied herself because she didn't want any downtime.

She was afraid that with downtime, her mind would wander.

She would think about her marriage to Harrison which was based on a lie. She felt sad and heartbroken.

She never told Harrison that she loved him. But she had fallen in love with him.

She fell in love with his honesty, his sense of responsibility and his commitment to their marriage. But it then seemed that all of it was fake.

She had fallen in love with a man who wasn't real.

Was Harrison really with her?

Did he really value their marriage?

What should she do next?

She didn't know.

She'd never felt so lost and helpless.

All she could do was to hide her panic and sorrow behind busyness.

Keeping busy seemed to make her feel slightly better.

In Seraphim Haven, the neglected Harrison was also killing time with overtime.

He didn't want any downtime.

When he had downtime, he felt restless.

He worked until after 11 at night, then returned to the home he shared with Roxanne.

Turning on the light, his stomach started growling.

He walked into the kitchen.

The fridge only had instant noodles.

When Roxanne was home, Vincent would cook delicious meals every day.

With Roxanne gone, Vincent couldn't give a damn about his meals. He only cared about his daughter-in-law. Harrison started to seriously question his standing in the family. He felt like he was on thin ice.

Being neglected by his wife was one thing.

But even Vincent was giving him the cold shoulder.

As he was about to open the instant noodles, Harrison noticed a bouquet of flowers in the trash.

The petals were still fresh.

Had Roxanne come home?

Sitting on the bar stool, he called Roxanne.

On the assembly line, Roxanne was instructing a quality inspector.

"I just asked what you bought them for." Harrison said calmly, although he was burning with jealousy inside, "You never buy flowers."

Roxanne almost laughed at the absurdity, "Harrison, do I need to report to you when I buy flowers?"

She didn't mean to be sarcastic.

She had been in a good mood and was planning to go home and decorate to cheer up the grumpy Harrison.

But then, she was in no mood for any of that. She didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She hadn't figured out how to handle his concealment of his identity, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Roxanne."

Harrison, who had been pretending to be calm, couldn't hold back any longer.

He asked sarcastically, "Do you even see me as your husband anymore? If you think you don't need to tell me when you're home, what's the point of us being together?"

"What do you mean?" Roxanne asked.

"That's the gist of it," Harrison replied coldly.

"Because I'm too busy with work and don't have time for you, you want to break up with me. Is that what you're saying, Harrison?" Roxanne, previously a tangled mess, was then oddly composed.

Harrison, who had been left in the cold for a month, had a ton of grievances piling up inside him.

"If your world revolves only around your work, then what's the point of us being together?" he retorted icily.

Today, Roxanne had been blindsided one too many times.

Suddenly discovering Harrison's shocking secret, then hearing him say those words.

She always thought he was steady as a rock. No matter when he made decisions, he would always be rational, never hastily mentioning breakups or divorce.

But his words today, whether on the surface or the underlying meaning, all hinted at a breakup or divorce.

Roxanne initially planned to cool her heels to mull over their marriage.

Once she had cleared her head and figured things out, she would then discuss Harrison's hidden identity with him properly.

Whether they should continue or call it quits, she hoped to handle it well.

After all, she had invested her heart in that marriage, truly intending to spend the rest of her life with Harrison.

Who would've thought that the man she had always seen as steady and composed would so casually drop the bombshell of a breakup or divorce?

Her trust in him, her sincerity—all of it was in vain.

"Harrison, if you've made up your mind and want a divorce, I won't object."

Click!

She hung up the phone, feeling as if a huge chunk had been hollowed out of her heart.