CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63- I DON’T WANT A DIVORCE

Channing was already middle-aged and could no longer bear the blow of losing everything after a business failure. At first, he wasn’t keen on divorcing Tracy. But ever since that eight million hit his account and his company’s crisis eased a little, he became increasingly aware of just how important Bert’s money was to him.

So the thought of getting a divorce grew heavier and heavier. To Channing, that meant he now had to obey Bert’s every word.

Besides, what Bert said wasn’t wrong. Lucca had been with Gerald for two years. Gerald had slept with Lucca for two years. And now Gerald wanted to end the engagement just like that? As a father, how was he supposed to swallow that? And two of his daughters had been rejected by Gerald—if word got out, where would Channing’s dignity be?

He spoke harshly on the spot.

"I’m not going to let Gerald break off the engagement with Lucca so easily. In fact, I’m going to make sure they get married as soon as possible. Don’t worry—if Gerald dares to go bother Cici again, I’ll break his legs!"

Bert was very satisfied with Channing’s response.

"As long as Channing can keep talking like this, I can rest assured. Alright, I won’t bother you anymore. Good night."

He was about to hang up when Channing suddenly rushed to say on the other end:

"Bert, uh... do you think you could send me a bit more money first—"

But Channing didn’t even finish before Bert cut him off.

"Channing, I am a man of principles. Once you get the divorce, another eight million will be delivered."

Bert’s cold and ruthless tone was the only answer he gave before he cleanly hung up the phone.

For Bert, pouring such a large sum of money into Channing’s company and pulling it back from the brink was not some impulsive act of emotion. He was long past the age of acting on impulse.

And of course, he had no intention of saving Channing’s company just so that family of four could enjoy the prosperity brought by his wealth. None of them deserved it. When everything settled and Channing’s company finally returned to a stable trajectory, he would gift the very company he saved with his own hands to Catherine—as a present. He wanted them to spend the rest of their lives under Catherine’s heel, living under the shadow of her every breath.

After hanging up, Channing no longer felt a trace of sleepiness. The moment he thought about Bert promising another eight million after the divorce, excitement flooded through him. He threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and stormed straight to the master bedroom, where Tracy was sleeping.

Without the slightest courtesy, he yanked the sleeping Tracy right up from the bed. She had just fallen asleep, and being woken so roughly by him made her furious.

"Channing, what are you doing?!"

Channing said each word slowly and clearly:

"Tomorrow morning, you’re going with me—to get a divorce."

Tracy, enraged, slapped away the hand gripping her pajama collar and snapped at him,

"Channing, are you insane? Can’t you stop causing trouble in the middle of the night?!"

"I’m insane, so you’d better cooperate and get this over with quickly. For the sake of the two kids, I’ll continue to provide you with a life of comfort and luxury. But if you stay this stubborn, don’t blame me for showing no mercy—I won’t give you a single cent!"

Channing was indeed being driven crazy by Bert’s eight million; in his mind, there was nothing but that eight million.

Tracy’s chest heaved violently with anger, but she couldn’t utter a single word.

After being with Channing for so many years, she had never been treated like this. She was skilled in bed, had taken good care of Channing, and with her charm and tact, she had always managed to keep him wrapped around her finger. He had treated her like a treasure. Over the years, he had never even spoken a harsh word to her, let alone laid a hand on her.

But now, he was yelling and cursing, even physically lifting her up. His behavior was completely different from his usual good-natured self. Tracy was furious and resentful, but utterly powerless.

A woman like her had relied on her body and beauty to secure the comfortable life she lived now. She didn’t have the kind of backbone that Renata had—she couldn’t survive without a man’s money. Especially after living in luxury for so many years.

And now that she was no longer young—forties, though still elegant—she could not compete with the twenty-something girls outside. She had little capital or energy to start over and try to attract another wealthy man, and even if she did, those men might not even find her appealing.

Every man preferred a young, beautiful girl. After all, wasn’t that how she had gotten Channing in the first place—through her youth and looks?

Now that Channing threatened to give her nothing, Tracy had no choice but to fear him.

Even though she had young lovers on the side, she knew clearly that those men only satisfied her physical needs. They were too young to have any wealth of their own; whatever money they had came from her.

Tracy knew she couldn’t live without Channing—more precisely, she couldn’t live without Channing’s money. Even though his body and age no longer satisfied her physical needs.

Yet, being a woman with some skill and cunning, she immediately softened and began to whimper,

"Magee..."

After all, she and Channing had shared so many years together. Seeing her cry stirred a trace of pity in him.

"Tracy, I’ve already explained the pros and cons to you clearly. We’re just doing a fake divorce. Once the company’s crisis is resolved, we’ll still be a family—"

"No! I just... I don’t want a divorce!"

Tracy whimpered as she spoke, crawling closer to wrap her arms around his neck and press a kiss to him.

Tracy’s greatest skill was in seducing men in bed. Though she was already in her forties, she retained her allure and had plenty of technique. Before long, Channing was completely captivated, burning with desire.

Channing was more than happy to indulge. He thought to himself that if they really divorced, he might not have the chance to enjoy this kind of pleasure again—so why waste it? He let Tracy move over him as she pleased.

In his mind, he was planning how he would drag Tracy to get a divorce tomorrow morning, while Tracy thought she had once again successfully won over Channing.

She didn’t understand that most men were fickle.

When love and interest conflicted, how many men would truly choose affection?

The lucky ones might encounter a man who valued love and loyalty. The unlucky ones could only wait to be abandoned.

For Tracy, she thought controlling Channing was easy—just put in a little more effort in bed. But she didn’t realize that this time, Channing was resolute about getting a divorce. In his heart, he and his company were still the most important.

For Catherine, Gerald represented all her misfortunes.

Meeting Bert later, however, was the greatest luck she would ever have in her life.