A Billionaire After Divorce

BRINGING UP DIVORCE

“Divorce?” Jordan Callahan asks unbelievably as if he has heard the biggest joke of his lifetime and raises a brow.

Sitting across Jordan is a woman in her mid-forties or early fifties with a haughty and disdainful look on her face.

It appears as if she wants nothing more than to spit on Jordan's face and tell him just how disgustful he looks and is.

This woman is Avery Caden, the mother-in-law of Jordan Callahan.

"Did I just hear you right, Avery?" Ignoring her haughty look cast at him, Jordan repeats, staring scrupulously at her.

"It's either you are deaf or you just choose to be for asking me that question when I just finished speaking! Besides, who are you to question me? And wait, did you just address me by my maiden name and without no honorifics? Have you gone nuts?

"Don't you know your place anymore? And how dare a loser like you look at me that way and sound rude to me?

"Have you lost your senses, or don't you know who your elder is anymore?

"Anyways," she pauses and glares at him before taking a deep breath and saying, "I won't waste my breath with you nor demand an explanation and apology.

"After all, after now, both of us would have nothing to do with each other as it should have been a long time ago.

"With that said, I'll cut to the chase. And in more detail this time. I just hope your dumb brain can catch up.

"As you know, my precious daughter, Isabella, your wife per se, has now become the CEO of Sun Glow Apparels, a very affluent company in this county as you might as well also know, and as such, there is no way in hell a punk like you, who has nothing to your name or any future is worthy of continuing being her spouse.

"For years now, we've been putting up with you and taking all the insults hurled at us because you are part of this family, but that can't continue anymore. We've had enough!

"Besides, Isabella now needs a competent man who can lead the company with her and offer her as much help as she deserves, not some riffraff like you. I don't intend to talk much, so in a nutshell, you guys are having a divorce!"

"Ok," Jordan mouths calmly, not a bit itched by all she just said in any way. In fact, he is even slightly amused.

She said she wouldn't talk much yet she babbled on and on as if a parrot. Yea, that's Avery. He is not surprised.

"Hmm," he takes a deep breath and rubs his jaw as he asks, "I just have one question; who wants us to divorce; you or my wife?"

"Hmph," Avery snorts coldly. "Does it matter who wants the divorce? Is that such a big deal?" She glares at him and sneers, "I'm the one who calls the shots here and since I want you and my daughter divorced, it is settled! You better start worrying about where you would live and how you would survive after the divorce, instead of asking me nonsense questions!"

Jordan's face darkens and all of a sudden, he slams his hand on the table before them.

"Really?" He flares up. "You are saying this to me after everything I've done for this family? After all the sacrifices I've made? Is this how you repay me?" He clenches his fist.

Three years ago when he married Isabella Caden, the Caden family was just a middle-class family.

No one knew that much about them.

But after the moment he and Isabella exchanged vows, and through the 3 years they've been a couple, Sun Glow Apparels, the family business, boomed more than ever before and in no distant time became one of the top 10 companies in the city, almost taking a fourth or fifth position on the list, and now the Caden family is well known.

"That's hilarious!" Avery bursts out laughing, tears trickling down her cheeks at how hard she is laughing.

"What is funny?! Do I look like a joke to you?!" Jordan scowls.

"Hmph, you look not just like a joke but a clown. I should actually thank you for telling me the biggest joke I've heard in a long time," she guffaws and glares down at him condescendingly, jeering, "You, riffraff, sacrificed a lot for the family? Have you perhaps been living on dreams lately because the last time I remember, you worked here every single day and night, more like the family slave, so what damn sacrifices did you make?

"I can see you've gotten so poor that it is now getting into your head. Now, you live in dreams. Bruh, I'm so embarrassed for you! You really need to think your life after your divorce with my daughter because... Ah!"

"I can't be bothered to listen to you anymore," Jordan is already seething so he doesn't care about being respectful. "As far as I know, I'm married to Isabella, not you, so you can't decide for us to divorce no matter what! If this is her decision, then she can come with her full chest, look me in the eyes and tell me that it is her decision. As for you, I'm not listening to anything you say!"

"Hahaha," Avery chuckles and scoffs derisively at him. "You are being stubborn huh? Alright, let's see just how long you can keep up with that!"

"What do-"

Jordan's words are cut off as the entrance door opens and a young, tall, gorgeous, fair-skinned slender lady walks in as if she has been waiting for that moment.

She looks at Jordan peacefully and says calmly, "The divorce is my decision. Now you know, I hope you don't have to argue it anymore and calmly follow through with me the due process. I know you might be angry so to make it up to you I'm willing to offer you a million dollars."

'Eh?' Avery's face darkens.