Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Asher's face was dark as hell, barely containing his rage.
The lawyer said: "I'm sorry, Ms. Beniere juat hired me to handle the entire divorce process for her. Please sign this."
Asher exploded, his eyes vicious as fuck.
"Get her out here. Nolan is my son, and Kemnis Group is what she and I built together. She's my wife."
"Mr. Kemnis, not for much longer."
Asher snapped: "You're just some lawyer. I'd like to see who in all of London has the balls to take on my and Rosalind's divorce case."
The lawyer pulled out his business card.
"Mr. Kemnis, I forgot to explain Ms. Beniere's situation, and I forgot to introduce myself."
Asher looked at the line of text on the card.
For someone in research, he knew exactly what those words meant.
This was someone from a top-tier research team, where everyone belonged to the government.
And more importantly... this guy could finalize his and Rosalind's divorce even without his consent.
"She... where the fuck did she go?"
"Ms. Beniere doesn't belong to anyone anymore. She belongs to the ocean!"
Asher's whole body was shaking.
Thirty years. That place—you go in for thirty years before you can come out.
How could she fucking do this? How could she?
Asher viciously tore up the divorce papers.
The lawyer watched this scene without any emotion and stood up.
"I get where Mr. Kemnis stands. Today I'll process the divorce certificate for Mr. Kemnis and Ms. Beniere. From now on, Ms. Beniere will have no connection to you whatsoever."
The lawyer started to leave and Asher blocked him, his eyes were savage.
"The government can't steal my wife, my son. They're both mine."
"Mr. Kemnis, Ms. Beniere went voluntarily. No one forced her. As for your son, given that you nearly killed him over some woman, legally speaking, Ms. Beniere could sue you for attempted murder. Based on that alone, you'll never get custody of Nolan."
The moment the lawyer left, Asher collapsed to the floor.
Thud.
The sound echoed through the entire room.
Asher had a dream. He dreamed of the first time he met Rosalind.
She was sitting quietly to the side like an ugly duckling. He was sitting at his desk.
Rosalind stole a glance at him.
Even now, he remembered those thick glasses.
He saw the surprise in Rosalind's eyes—yeah, Rosalind liked his face.
From then on, Rosalind would sneak looks at him every class and he did enjoyed her attention.
The first gift she gave him was a blue ocean pendant.
She nervously reached out.
"I, I know today's your birthday. This is my favorite thing—I'm giving it to you."
Back then, Asher had no idea that in that moment, Rosalind was giving him her dreams. He became her dream.
For ten years, she revolved around him.
But now, Rosalind had dropped him to chase the dream that was ten years late.
Asher was in agony. He opened his eyes to see Claire.
"Asher, you're finally awake." Claire tried to throw herself into his arms.
But Asher grabbed Claire's shoulders, keeping distance between them.
"Claire, I'm having someone send you abroad. Starting today, we're done. I'll give you what you deserve."
Claire went pale frantically: "Asher, what the hell do you mean?"
Asher's eyes were ice-cold, no trace of his previous affection for Claire.
"Claire, I love Rosalind. Rosalind and I have Nolan. I can't give them up for you."
Claire immediately clutched her stomach. "Asher, I'm having your baby too! We're gonna have a child."
Asher's eyes went stone cold. "You need to get rid of it."
Hearing this, Claire suddenly jumped up and cried: "Asher, you said you wanted me to have your daughter! A daughter who looks like me. Now you're saying you don't want us anymore?"
Asher felt a flash of guilt. But thinking of Rosalind, the guilt vanished.
"Claire, get out."
Claire finally left in tears.
Beep.
Asher looked over and saw Claire's phone—it was a bounce-back email notification.
Asher opened it and saw what was written:
"Rosalind, you bitch! Now that you've left Asher, don't even think about coming back. Take Nolan and get the hell out of here. Look, I'm sharing pictures of Asher loving me at the hospital today. He just can't get enough of me."
Asher opened it to find intimate photos of him and Claire.
Asher's face went white.
He frantically clicked through Claire's emails, seeing all messages she'd sent to Rosalind.
All of them marked as read.
He checked texts, checked Instagram.
All of it was Claire sending shit to Rosalind, even posting stories with visibility set to "Rosalind only," showing off photos of him—his hands, his back, him sleeping.
Claire would always position herself close to him in the photos.
The captions read:
"He's so naughty, making me eat, but then he grabs my waist and says I'm getting fat."
"He picked me up today and took me to this fancy hotel restaurant, but somehow I became the meal too, boo hoo."
All the text and photos were suggestive as hell.
Asher felt ice running through his veins.
Then Claire pushed the door open. Seeing Asher looking at her phone, Claire's face went dead white.
"Asher, let me explain, you..."