Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)

Harry glanced at the divorce papers with a nonchalant air. He strolled over to the sofa, sat down, and looked up at Julia. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

Julia frowned, wondering if he was deliberately ignoring the divorce

papers. Harry had always spoken to her as if he were somehow above her, making every conversation feel like a report from a subordinate. Their relationship had never shown even the slightest trace of marital warmth.

Steeling herself, Julia began expressionlessly, "Rose Clark, the woman you met at the bar three months ago, claimed she was pregnant." She paused briefly before continuing. I gave her money to get an abortion. You'll need to pay me back for that." Harry's usually impassive face showed a flicker of annoyance. "Is that all?" he asked.

Julia's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Well, it would have been your 18th child, another heir to the Wright legacy, right?"

Harry responded coolly, "I never slept with her."

Julia was momentarily taken aback. 'Did he just clarify things for himself?' she asked inwardly. But she quickly dismissed the thought-he was likely just irritated by the false accusation.

When the scandal about Harry and Rose had broken out, Julia had seen the reports. The photos had shown Harry simply enjoying drinks at the bar with her, flanked by friends.

With a raised eyebrow, Julia countered, "Yet she's been telling everyone that the baby was yours and has even called for me to divorce you."

Harry crossed his legs, the dark shirt he wore highlighting his refined elegance. "Time for you to handle such matters again. Mrs. Wright," he teased. After a brief silence, he added. "You know as well as I do that I want no one but Arya to carry my child." Julia's fingers tightened involuntarily, a mix of amusement and resignation crossing her face. After years of marriage to Harry, she almost forgot that, aside from Arya, no one else really mattered to him. As his wife in name only, Julia had long learned to overlook his numero People often whispered about Harry, the ultimate playboy of Orepoli City, who flirted with many but committed to none. Yet, behind his charming facade, there was one woman he truly cared for, someone he would even defy his family to protect.

Tragically, Arya, the only woman he deemed suitable to carry on his lineage, was unable to have children. If not for this, Julia wouldn't be stuck in a loveless marriage, merely playing the role of his wife.

Julia let out a sigh, her smile tinged with determination. "Alright, let's talk about us getting a divorce." She locked eyes with Harry, whose gaze was cold and detached. "We agreed that our marriage would end when Arya came back. Now that she's here, it's time to honor ou Harry remained silent, studying Julia intently for the first

even his critical mother had approved of hee ace they had wed. Everyone admired her for her beauty

and grace; Over the years, it had been Julia who adeptly handled any threat to

their union.

After a

a pause, Harry finally spoke, his voice low and steady. The marriage stands. Tell me what you want, and it's yours"

Julia looked confused. "Why? Arya's back and healthy. Aren't you eager to marry her?"

My mother still hasn't warmed up to Arya, Harry explained with a smooth smile. "So, Mrs. Wright, I value your continued help

Julia's frown deepened, her tone serious as she asked, "And what if I refuse?"

Harry stood up and pulled a stack of papers from a shelf behind him, placing them on the desk. "Just a few days ago, your father secured a 100-million- dollar investment from me under your name. Mrs. Wright, you might want to consider whether you can afford to walk away from that."