The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1

“Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions,” the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence. 

They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank’s sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. “What’s this?” 

Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, “Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you’re no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it’s therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner.” 

Frank smiled bitterly. “Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?” 

Gina glowered. “This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we’ve been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what’s good for you.” 

Frank inhaled deeply. 

For three years, he utilized every connection and resources he had, helping Lane Holdings develop from a small business to a public company. 

And yet, the Lanes only considered him a freeloading husband… how ironic! 

Nonetheless, he said, “I can agree to the divorce, but let me see Helen first.” 

“My daughter doesn’t have time for you,” Gina snapped coolly. 

“Really?” Frank chuckled. “She asked for a divorce but has no time for me?” 

“Hmph.” Gina snorted. “So you’re still in denial about the gap between you and my daughter. You’d never understand her burden when you don’t even have a proper job.” 

“No, I don’t.” Frank nodded in agreement. “But I won’t sign this if I don’t see her today.” 

Bang! 

Gina slammed her hand on the table and glared at him savagely. “Know your place, Mr. Lawrence! I’m here talking to you to spare your dignity, so sign it already!” 

“Haha! Spare my dignity?” Frank reared his head in laughter before suddenly narrowing his eyes at Gina. “Lane Holdings hadn’t grown all that much in three years, but you’ve already learned how to strut.” 

“What—” Gina was left stumped. 

“That’s enough,” a voice spoke from upstairs, stopping Gina before she went on another rant. 

Frank turned to find Helen dressed in a black business suit as she strode down stairs toward them. With her devilish figure, fair skin, and ravishing beauty, she was a rare marvel of a woman. 

“You wanted to see me?” she said as she walked up to Frank. “Now, say what you want to say.” 

The coldness in Frank’s eyes faded as he looked at his wife. “Tell me why you want a divorce.”