Chapter 224

"Stop! I don't want to hear another word!" Harrison's voice shook with barely contained fury.

She couldn't bear to listen any longer.

Nathaniel's lips curled into a cruel smirk, his eyes glinting with icy determination. He wanted her to hear every painful detail—to remember this moment was her own doing.

She had rejected him, so he'd given everything she refused to someone else. Someone like Daphne.

His grip on her arm tightened before he shoved her away, his tone glacial. "Fine. You want a divorce? You'll get it. We'll go tomorrow. If not for Eleanor, I would've stripped you of the Falcon name years ago. There are plenty of women who'd kill to take your place."

Harrison's chest ached, her nails digging crescent moons into her palms as she fought back tears. "Then I'll see you at nine. Outside the courthouse."

She turned on her heel and walked away without looking back.

Nathaniel watched her go, his expression unreadable.

Good. It was time to end this farce.

Their marriage had been dead for years anyway.

His phone buzzed. Dominic's voice came through the line.

"Mr. Falcon, Ms. Sinclair took a fall during her wire act today. The saboteur's in custody. She's demanding maximum charges—wants them to rot in prison."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. His patience with Daphne had reached its limit.

"Let her deal with it however she wants," he snapped.

"Understood, sir."

Back at Willowridge University, Rosalind was seething, her cheeks flushed with rage.

"Are you serious? Nathaniel's the one bankrolling Daphne? He's turning that snake into some kind of star? Has he lost his damn mind?"

She paced their dorm room like a caged tiger.

"He's married, for God's sake! First Isabella, now Daphne? And she's your roommate! The audacity! The sheer disrespect!"

Rosalind hurled insults at both Nathaniel and Daphne with impressive creativity.

Meanwhile, Harrison's focus remained on Gabrielle. She quickly texted Oliver.

[I need a lawyer immediately. Gabrielle must be released from custody.]

Oliver responded with a terse confirmation.

Harrison collapsed onto her bed, the weight of her decisions crushing her. She'd dragged Gabrielle into this mess—Daphne's vendetta was against her. She had to fix this.

As for Nathaniel... his words still echoed in her skull, sharp as shattered glass.

This time, he'd gone too far. There was nothing left to salvage.

Tomorrow, she'd finally be free.

At dawn, Harrison left Willowridge and headed straight for the courthouse.

Nine o'clock. That's when she'd meet Nathaniel to end their marriage.

She couldn't wait another second.

Oliver had already dispatched lawyer Oliver Pembroke to handle Gabrielle's release. Once the divorce was finalized, they'd head straight to the police station.

Precisely thirty minutes later, Harrison stood outside the courthouse, waiting.

Then she saw it—the sleek black Rolls-Royce speeding toward her like a predator.

Nathaniel had arrived.

Harrison never imagined her marriage would end like this.

But today, she and Nathaniel Falcon would finally be divorced.