The Strong-Willed Sean O'Connor

“Ms. Springfield doesn’t want to see you. Yes, she called you here—but not to see you.”  

Inside the glass-walled conference room of Ryora Global Enterprises, Chloe Vane’s sharp voice echoed coldly. Her tone was frigid, her glare even sharper.  

With a groan, she shoved a thick file across the table toward the man in the grey hoodie, who sat silently like a shadow in the high-rise room.  

Sean O’Connor arched a brow. “Ms. Springfield? What do you mean? She’s married,” he said, caught off guard by the sudden shift in terminology.  

“Well, she wants a divorce,” Chloe said icily.  

Sean blinked, stunned. The word hit harder than her referring to his wife like a stranger.  

“A divorce? What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, frowning. “Miss Vane, if this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny.”  

Chloe ignored him. She flipped open the document.  

Sean didn’t flinch. His deep green eyes dropped to the bold letters across the top: ‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT’  

“Divorce?” His voice remained calm, but disbelief laced his words. “Rosalind wants to divorce me?”  

Chloe adjusted her glasses and met his gaze. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? Ms. Springfield wants a divorce. Don’t tell me you thought I was joking.”  

When Sean fell silent, Chloe took that as her cue to continue.  

“Listen carefully. Don’t space out,” she said coolly. “Ms. Springfield doesn’t see a future with someone so... ordinary. You two live in different worlds now. And frankly? She’s too good for you. I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.”  

“An ordinary man?” Sean echoed, almost to himself. “Is that really what she thinks I am?”  

“You are an ordinary man. Or do you believe otherwise?” Chloe asked bluntly. “You run a bookstore now. Meanwhile, Ms. Springfield’s net worth just crossed $2.4 billion. You were a stepping stone. She’s evolved.”  

Sean let out a soft chuckle.  

She didn’t know he’d stayed up late fixing her presentation slides when she was too tired to do it herself. She never knew he paid the first rent on her startup’s office when investors pulled out. He never told her—didn’t want her to feel indebted.  

Now that she was rich, she was tossing him aside like dead weight.  

“I supported her all the way,” Sean said with a small, bitter smile.  

“That may be true,” Chloe shrugged, “but little things like that aren’t enough for someone like Ms. Springfield. She could hire a hundred employees to do what you did—without hurting her image. She’s the face of this company now. The board won’t let her stay tied to someone who adds nothing to her brand.”

When Sean didn’t reply, Chloe’s voice sharpened.  

“Whether you like it or not, Ms. Springfield isn’t the same woman you married four years ago. She’s different now.” She pointed to the billboard across the street.  

A towering image of Rosalind blazed in the skyline, her face glowing beneath the soft lights—confident, composed, elegant. The caption read:  

‘Rosalind Springfield: The Future of Business’ 

Sean stared, his jaw clenched. She was unrecognizable.  

“She’s not just a businesswoman anymore, Sean. She’s a brand. People want her, need her. And she’s embraced it—even if it means leaving everything behind.”  

His chest tightened. The woman he once held in his arms now seemed like a stranger, unreachable.  

“Do you think she even remembers what she had with you?” Chloe’s voice softened, almost pitying. “She’s not the same. She’ll never go back. You need to understand... she’s bigger than you now.”  

Sean said nothing. He had spent years protecting and supporting her, and now she was at the top—without him. What stung most was realizing she might not even remember his sacrifices.  

He clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the billboard one last time. Her ambition was evident, but the warmth he once knew was gone.  

“I see,” he said quietly, tapping the table. “And she couldn’t even come here in person to ask for the divorce?”  

“Ms. Springfield is preparing for her IPO launch. She doesn’t have time for personal matters.” Chloe’s tone turned businesslike. “Just sign the papers, Mr. O’Connor. You’ll get five million dollars and a condo in Uptown Manhattan. It’s generous.”  

“Five million’s a lot of money…”  

“Exactly!” Chloe cut in. “More than you’d ever make in a lifetime. Stop stalling. Sign the papers.”  

Sean leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold. “Rosalind’s always been smart. But this time, she’s making the biggest mistake of her life.”  

Chloe narrowed her eyes. “Take the offer before she changes her mind. This isn’t a negotiation.”  

Sean stood slowly. “Tell Rosalind I’ll sign—if she brings the papers herself.”  

Chloe opened her mouth to protest, but the door clicked open.  

High heels echoed against the polished floor.  

In walked Rosalind Springfield—elegant, calm, in control. Her navy-blue suit fit like destiny, accentuating her graceful form. Her face was unreadable. Confidence clung to her like a second skin. She didn’t just enter the room—she owned it.  

“Sean,” she said coolly. “No need to make this harder than it has to be.”  

She didn’t even look at him. Her fingers twisted the ring on her hand like it suddenly didn’t fit.  

Sean noticed. She couldn’t meet his eyes.  

“So where were you?” she asked Chloe as she took a seat across from him, crossing her legs. “Was he giving you trouble? Still refusing the divorce?”  

Before Chloe could answer, Sean spoke.  

“After everything… this is how it ends?”  

Rosalind finally looked at him. Her expression was blank, indifferent. “I’m afraid so. There’s no reason for us to continue, is there?”  

Sean’s brows drew together.  

“I’m sure Chloe explained everything. You’ll get five million dollars and a condo in Manhattan as alimony. Or... are you not okay with that?”  

A frown darkened Sean’s face. “You think I’d trade our marriage for money?”  

She didn’t answer. She flipped her hair back and said flatly, “Isn’t the money enough? Fine. I’ll make it eight million.”  

“Ms. Springfield!” Chloe shouted, alarmed.