DUMPING MY BILLIONAIRE WIFE

CHAPTER 6

“Complete the contract, and the agreed payment will be all yours,” Meave said.

She was not looking directly into Earl’s eyes. Her gaze kept shifting somewhere else, as if she was uncomfortable standing too close to him.

Earl noticed it.

There was something strange about her reaction. Meave Castillon was known as a powerful woman, someone who could face business tycoons without fear. But right now, she looked slightly uneasy.

Well… Earl was undeniably handsome. Even during his college days, many women admired him. It was not surprising that he still carried that natural charm. His gentle face and calm presence made him easy to approach, even for people from high society.

“I’ll give you three days to decide,” Meave added.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a card.

“Here’s my contact information. When you’ve made up your mind, call me anytime.”

Earl extended his hand and accepted the card. But as he took it, their fingers accidentally brushed against each other.

The contact was brief.

Still, Meave reacted immediately.

Her body stiffened, and she pulled her hand back quickly, as if she had been burned. Her expression became colder, but there was also a trace of discomfort hidden underneath.

It was obvious.

She did not like being touched by a man.

Not even a little.

Meave took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

“Think it over,” she said shortly.

Without another word, she turned around and walked away. There was no goodbye, no polite closing. Just a sudden exit, leaving Earl standing alone in the room while holding her contact card.

The door closed behind her.

Silence followed.

Earl stared at the card in his hand for a few seconds, still confused about what just happened.

“Why did she suddenly leave?” he murmured to himself.

He lifted his arm and sniffed his own clothes.

“It’s not like I smell bad…”

He frowned slightly, still unable to understand her reaction.

The card remained in his hand, heavy with the decision he needed to make.

Three days.

Only three days to decide whether he would step into a life completely different from his own.

After Meave walked out of the door, Earl slowly sat down on the sofa again.

The room suddenly felt quiet.

He looked at the contract in his hands, then carefully opened it. Page after page, he read every word written there. The terms were clear. Direct. Almost too serious to be real.

His eyes stopped on one section.

“I have suffered from a phobia. Medications alone cannot suppress it. I need a man’s help for my treatment.”

Earl frowned slightly.

A phobia?

He did not expect that.

He continued reading, his expression becoming more complicated.

“Emman has autism. He requires companionship.”

Earl’s grip on the paper tightened a little. He remembered the way Emman hugged him earlier. The child’s eyes… the quiet longing inside them. Suddenly, the words on the contract did not feel like just legal statements anymore. They felt personal.

He turned to the next page.

“Mr. Valerio, what you’re going to do is to assist my treatment and accompany Emman. The contract lasts for two years. After that, we will have a divorce.”

Two years.

Not forever.

Just two years.

Earl swallowed slowly.

Then he flipped to another page again.

“Mr. Valerio, you will receive one billion in cash plus villas in each major city. My case is unique. Though we sign a contract, this is not a transaction. Emman and I really need you. Think it over.”

His breathing paused.

One billion.

Villas.

A life he never even imagined before.

For a moment, Earl just stared at the words. His mind could not fully process it. The amount was too large. Too unreal. It was enough to solve every problem he had—his divorce case, Bella’s custody, medical bills, everything.

But…

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

He shut the contract.

It rested heavily on his lap, like it carried the weight of his future.

He could not believe what he just read.

Meave Castillon… the richest woman in the city… was offering him a contract marriage not just for business, but because she and her son needed him.

Earl let out a deep breath.

“Meave seems sincere,” he murmured quietly.

There was no doubt in his heart about that. Her words, her eyes, even her cold behavior—none of it felt fake.

But sincerity alone was not enough.

“But I can’t agree to this,” he said softly to himself. "I promise to myself that I won't be remarried. Not until giving Bella a good life she deserves."

His voice carried hesitation, conflict, and pain.

Slowly, he leaned forward and placed the contract on the table.

Then Earl quietly walked out of the mansion.

No one stopped him. No one noticed.

The place was too big, too silent, and too unfamiliar for someone like him. His footsteps echoed softly along the hallway as he made his way toward the exit. When he finally stepped outside, the air touched his face.

For a moment, he just stood there.

Everything that is happening still felt unreal. The accident. Seeing Kennah with another man. Bella rejecting him. And now… a contract marriage offer from the richest woman in the city.

It was too much for just a day.

His phone suddenly rang.

Earl looked down at the screen.

Kennah.

His chest tightened slightly, but he still answered.

“Hello?”

On the other side, Kennah’s voice sounded tense.

“Earl. You’re not home. Where are you? When will you be back?”

Earl took a slow breath. His eyes turned cold, the hesitation from earlier slowly disappearing.

“In half an hour,” he said firmly. “Bring your ID.”

There was a short silence.

Then he continued.

“We’re getting a divorce at the Civil Affairs Bureau.”

He did not wait for her response.

He ended the call.

The air felt heavier after that.

Earl returned home not long after. It was nothing compared to the mansion he had just left, but this place carried years of memories—both good and painful.

When he opened the door, he immediately saw her.

Kennah.

She was standing inside, waiting.

Kennah is not your ordinary woman. She is the Millers. One of the wealthiest daughter in the City. Her Family owns business and and estates, enough to building her a huge reputation.

But Earl is built differently. He despises anyone who mocks him, and leaves them behind.

However, the moment she saw him, her expression was complicated, like she wanted to say many things but did not know where to start.

“Why are you back so late?” she asked.