Chapter 52

Hearing Rosalie repeatedly spit out the word “divorce,” addressing him distantly as “Mr. Galloway,” Julian felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was anger or something else.

What infuriated him even more was that, even when discussing divorce, she couldn’t be bothered to speak to him directly. She preferred to handle everything through her lawyer. Ironically, he had conveniently forgotten that, just a few days earlier, he had refused to speak with her in person, instead sending his own lawyer.

Julian looked at Rosalie’s detached expression and a humorless laugh escaped his lips. He was so angry he found it funny. “Rosalie, is there really nothing else you have to say to me besides ‘divorce’?”

Rosalie lowered her gaze slightly, replying without hesitation, “No.” She thought, “We were married for a whole year, and he barely spoke to me then. Now we’re divorcing; what’s left to talk about?”

Without another word, she turned toward the door. But as she was about to leave, she realized Julian still hadn’t released her wrist.

Her patience snapped. She frowned, her sharp gaze locking onto him, her indifference replaced by open coldness. “What exactly do you want?”

Julian had no answer—not for her, not even for himself. He only knew that looking into her eyes, devoid of any emotion for him, made it impossible to let go. Something inside him screamed that the moment he released her, she would walk away and never look back, leaving him unreachable.

He hated this feeling, but his pride prevented him from admitting it. He stood in stubborn silence, gripping her wrist as if that alone could stop her from leaving.

Rosalie, seeing him freeze again, grew even more impatient. Without hesitation, she forcefully yanked her wrist free and strode toward the door, not sparing him a glance.