Chapter 10
Rosalie let out a cold laugh. “That’s right. I want nothing. I just want to divorce you
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The words Julian had uttered so ruthlessly in her past life, right before her death, still echoed in her ears like a relentless torment. Every time the memory surfaced, it felt like a blade slicing through her heart, again and again.
She didn’t know how much more of this heartbreak she could endure if she didn’t make a clean break with Julian now. Her heart had already been shattered once–she refused to let it be reduced to dust.
She thought, ‘Some ties, once severed, may bleed profusely, but at least there’s still a chance for healing. That’s far better than nursing old wounds, only to have him carve fresh ones over them. If that happens, the scars will never close, not in this lifetime.
Rosalie spoke of divorce with a calm, detached ease, as if discussing something as trivial as the weather.
Watching her like this, Julian felt an unfamiliar uncase clawing at his chest–an emotion that had taken root the moment she signed the divorce papers yesterday and had only grown stronger since. He wasn’t sure he wanted to name it and he didn’t dare acknowledge it.
Outwardly, his expression remained as impassive as ever, but the shadows in his eyes darkened, deepening into something dangerous like a storm brewing in the depths of the ocean, waiting to pull Rosalie under and shatter her composure entirely.
Rosalie continued, “Those shares were never really mine to begin with. When I married you, Isaac gave them to me as a way to secure my footing–just in case you ever tried to push me around. At least with them, I had some leverage.”
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