Chapter 105

Julian walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of red wine, and downed it. Yet, no matter how much he drank, he couldn't suppress the anger boiling inside him at the thought of Rosalie flaunting another man before their divorce was finalized. The burning frustration intensified as he stared at the empty glass. He slammed it down, grabbed his phone, and tapped the pinned WhatsApp chat with Rosalie, ready to demand an explanation.

Julian typed: "Who's that guy in the pink suit? You're really something, Rosalie. The divorce isn't even settled, and you're already fooling around behind my back. Did you think I was dead?"

Even after sending the message, he felt unsatisfied. His eyes remained glued to the screen, awaiting the read receipt. Minutes passed; the message remained unread.

His expression darkened; she might have blocked him. This thought ignited a fresh wave of rage. Without hesitation, he flung the phone at the wall, the shattering of glass and plastic echoing through the room.

But even that didn't quell his frustration. He took a deep breath, reached for the landline, and dialed her number. This time, the call connected.

After a long ring, Rosalie answered, her tone indifferent. "Hi, Clara."

Julian exhaled slowly, suppressing his rage. "It's me."

There was a pause before Rosalie's voice turned cold. "Have you made up your mind about finalizing the divorce?"

Julian's jaw tightened. His grip on the phone strengthened as his breathing grew heavier.

Just then, Eden's voice drifted through the receiver, casual and lazy. "How about I make you some chicken pot pie?" Julian's fingers stiffened around the receiver.

Rosalie glanced at Eden and nodded. "Okay. No carrots, and no garlic either."

Eden chuckled indulgently. "Come on, you're still this picky about food?"

It was an ordinary conversation, light and natural, yet it chilled Julian to the bone.