Chapter 189

But Julian was obviously trying to defy her. So what if he was divorced? As long as he wanted to remarry, even if he were considered unlucky, hundreds of young single women would be eager to marry him, let alone if he were merely divorced.

Moreover, Rosalie said, “Julian, I admit it was my fault for marrying you against your will, but it wasn't entirely my fault. Don't push your luck.” She saw the gloom in his eyes, but undeterred, continued, “If you hadn't agreed, I couldn't have married you. You blame me for not refusing; then why didn't you refuse?”

Julian was speechless. Back then, Isaac pressured him to marry Rosalie to secure the entire Galloway Group’s inheritance. He was unwilling to cede the family business he had built to his uncle, so he agreed. But Rosalie was right. If he had refused, she wouldn't have been able to marry him.

Julian frowned, unsure how to refute her. Rosalie sneered, “Therefore, even if I was wrong in this marriage, you aren't entirely innocent. There's no need to play the innocent victim. At least I have the courage to make it right. What about you? You pretend to be a victim and want to continue this wrong marriage to punish me with cold indifference?”

The coldness in Julian’s eyes intensified. His deep eyes were like bottomless whirlpools, swirling with a storm that threatened to overwhelm her. He couldn’t refute a single word she said. He didn’t want to play the innocent victim, but every time he heard her calmly say she wanted to leave, he could only resort to despicable tactics to keep her.

“Since you don’t want to be a divorced man, what about being a widower, Mr. Galloway?” Rosalie’s eyes, though calm, were exceptionally sharp and aggressive, constantly piercing his supposedly unbreakable heart. He sensed her determination to divorce, and the realization made his heart tremble.

He looked at her, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse. “You must get a divorce, don’t you?”

“I’ve told you this countless times. What makes you so confident that after a year, I still can’t get over this marriage, which is utterly insignificant?” The sarcasm and determination in her eyes wrenched his heart.

After a moment, he offered a strained smile. “Okay, since you’re so eager for a divorce, I’ll grant your wish.”

“Really?” Rosalie asked.

Julian clearly saw her eyes light up with unconcealed expectation at his agreement. He felt upset and lost. To salvage a shred of pride, he sneered, “What makes you so confident that I can’t live without you?”

“That’s even better. Let’s sign the agreement tomorrow.”

Looking at the unmistakable eagerness in Rosalie’s eyes, Julian suppressed his distress and said through gritted teeth, “Why wait until tomorrow?”