Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 808

**TITLE: A Divorce**

Eileen’s heart raced as she contemplated asking Vincent whether the victims could possibly be Courtney and Josephine. Yet, something about that thought felt wrong, like a puzzle piece that wouldn’t fit. Hilda had mentioned her mistress suffering a miscarriage and calling for an ambulance—so it had to be Courtney. But who was it that lay lifeless inside?

The man’s voice erupted from within the room, filled with anger and frustration. “Damn it, this guy is so fat and heavy. How are we supposed to carry him out?” His words echoed, a grim reminder of the gravity of their situation.

Eileen and Vincent exchanged a quick, anxious glance, their expressions mirroring the fear and confusion swirling within them.

“We should have called more of the guys,” Vincent muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid the walls themselves might eavesdrop.

“You really think that’s a good idea? Aren’t you worried about the word getting out? The more people involved, the bigger the risk,” Eileen replied, her voice shaky.

Vincent hesitated, then shot back, “Let me ask you this—do you have the guts to chop this guy into pieces?” His eyes widened at the thought, a mixture of horror and disbelief washing over him.

“Damn it, I’ve never done anything like that! If anyone’s going to chop him up, it’s going to be you!” Eileen exclaimed, panic creeping into her tone.

Hilda interjected, her voice steady amidst the chaos. “Is there a suitcase big enough to fit him in?”

Vincent shook his head vehemently. “This guy must be six feet tall and weighs a ton. No suitcase is going to fit him, right?”

“Then let’s use bags. We need to find a cart and wheel him out,” Hilda suggested, her practicality shining through.

Vincent’s face contorted in disbelief. “Damn it, just wheeling him out in the open like that? If they discover this is a crime scene later, the three of us will be the prime suspects!”

“Relax. No one knows this person is dead. He owed a huge debt. My mistress will just say he skipped town,” Hilda reassured them, her confidence a thin veil over the tension in the room.

Eileen and Vincent shared another glance, their minds racing. Jacob had recently been drowning in debt, and the loan sharks had even knocked on their door, demanding payment.

Eileen mouthed to Vincent, “It can’t be, right?”

Vincent frowned deeply, his mind racing. If the deceased was indeed Jacob, then who could have taken his life?

Damn it, what the hell is going on?

—

The muffled voice from inside the room broke through their thoughts. “Alright, you’ve seen the body. Go find a box or a bag that can fit it, and a cart. We’ll take it out to the wilderness and bury it under the cover of night.”

“You’ll get your money, so stop complaining,” came the gruff response.

The next morning, Aveline was jolted awake by the incessant buzzing of her phone on the nightstand, its vibrations cutting through the silence of dawn.

She groaned, squinting at the screen to see an unfamiliar landline number flashing. With a dismissive wave, she ignored it, hung up, and sank back into her pillow, desperate for more sleep. It was still early, after all.

But the phone vibrated again, persistent and urgent, as if the caller had something crucial to discuss. Aveline sighed, frustration bubbling to the surface. The allure of sleep faded, and she sat up, finally answering, “Hello?”

” sister, do you know where Dad is? My mom had a miscarriage, and I can’t find Dad,” Josephine’s voice pierced through the line, filled with panic and worry.

Aveline’s heart sank at the sound of her sister’s voice, her expression turning cold. She felt the urge to hang up, to sever the connection, but then the weight of Josephine’s words hit her—Courtney had a miscarriage?

And then there was the mention of Jacob missing. What on earth was happening?

With a chill in her voice, Aveline replied, “I’ve already cut ties with Jacob.”

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call, a sense of finality hanging in the air.

But Josephine wasn’t done. Aveline’s phone rang again, but she rejected the call, swiftly blocking the number.

Rising from her bed, she trudged to the bathroom to wash up. As she brushed her teeth, Josephine’s frantic words echoed in her mind, gnawing at her thoughts.