Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 801

**A Divorce**
**Chapter 801**

Xavier’s gaze locked onto Bryan with an intensity that demanded action. “Hand the photos over to Amy,” he instructed, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

Bryan, feeling the weight of the moment, retrieved his phone and swiftly sent the images to Amy. The air was thick with tension as she received the photos, and without hesitation, she approached Bryan with a fierce determination. “If there’s anything else you’re hiding…” Her voice dripped with a mix of accusation and warning.

Bryan, wearing a bitter smile that barely concealed his unease, interjected, “Mr. Beltran has already discovered the truth about Stephen. What more could I possibly conceal? All I did was accept money from Stephen and Courtney.” His words hung in the air, tinged with desperation.

Amy’s response was icy, her tone cutting through the silence like a knife. “You took Mr. Beltran’s money too, you ungrateful piece of shit. How dare you lie to him!” The anger radiating from her was palpable, and in a fit of rage, she kicked Bryan, her frustration boiling over.

Bryan cried out, collapsing onto the floor, the pain sharp and immediate. “Mr. Beltran is a good man! He gave me money without asking for anything in return. But Stephen and Courtney made me sign an IOU. If I don’t comply with their demands, they’ll force me to repay it. It’s ten million—where am I supposed to find that kind of money?” His voice trembled, a mix of fear and pleading.

Amy, unsympathetic, delivered another swift kick. “You’re a hopeless bastard. You gambled away ten million, and every single penny Mr. Beltran entrusted you with—you squandered that too.” Her words cut deep, a harsh reminder of Bryan’s failures.

“Have you ever even considered your wife and kids?” she spat, her eyes blazing with indignation.

Bryan, desperate to defend himself, retorted quickly, “I didn’t gamble it all away! I gave them money!” His voice was shaky, but he clung to the hope that his words might somehow sway her.

Amy scoffed, her disbelief evident. “How much did you give them?” The skepticism in her tone was unmistakable; she found it hard to believe that a gambler like him would prioritize his family.

Bryan muttered, barely above a whisper, “A hundred… a hundred thousand.”

Xavier’s brow furrowed at that revelation, disappointment washing over him.

Unable to contain her fury any longer, Amy kicked him once more, her frustration reaching a boiling point. “You took money from both sides, tens of millions, and you only managed to give your wife and kids a measly hundred thousand. You’re a heartless piece of shit!”

Bryan, now on the floor, begged for mercy, his voice cracking as he promised he would never gamble again. “Please, just a little money for food,” he pleaded, turning his gaze toward Xavier, desperation etched on his face.

Xavier, however, turned a cold shoulder and walked out, leaving Bryan to wallow in his own despair.

Jacob had followed Josephine all the way home, intent on confronting her. When she refused to reveal Courtney’s whereabouts, he had resorted to threats, brandishing the knife to compel her compliance. Josephine, terrified for her own safety, had no choice but to bring him to the hotel, hoping that Courtney could reason with him.

As they entered, Josephine had considered calling for help, but Jacob had pressed the knife against her waist, warning her that any sound would result in violence. His desperation had driven him to this point; he felt cornered by the loan sharks, and his mental state was fraying.

Josephine thought they could resolve their issues by selling some assets, but she couldn’t fathom why Jacob was acting so irrationally.

Unbeknownst to her, Jacob had overheard unsettling conversations and seen things that led him to believe Courtney and Josephine were conspiring against him, hiding crucial truths that he was entitled to know. The betrayal he felt was consuming him, pushing him closer to the edge.

Bethany had always been there for him, offering financial assistance whenever he was in trouble. In contrast, Courtney and Josephine had kept secrets from him, and the bitterness that brewed within him was overwhelming.

With a sudden burst of aggression, Jacob shoved Josephine aside and pointed the knife menacingly at Courtney. “What the fuck are you doing, hiding here?” he shouted, his voice filled with rage and confusion.

“We’re husband and wife,” Courtney replied, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. “You can hide for a while, but can you really hide for a lifetime?”