Chapter 11
She paused for a moment before adding, “But even though you never had feelings for me, you weren’t cruel enough to leave me starving or homeless. And now that we’re divorcing, I want a clean break. There’s no reason for me to hold onto those shares anymore.”
Even though that mere 5% of shares were worth billions of dollars, Rosalie spoke as if it were nothing, as if wealth had no power over her.
And to Julian, her indifference didn’t just sound like detachment–it felt like she couldn’t wait to sever every last tie between them, once and for all.
Rosalie said, “As for the divorce settlement you’re offering me, I don’t need it either. It’s yours. Now that we’re getting divorced, let’s keep things neat and simple–don’t you think, Mr. Galloway?”
Her voice was steady, devoid of any emotion, as if she were stating a simple fact rather than cutting ties with the man she once called her husband.
Even the way she addressed him had changed–from Julian to Mr. Galloway, a shift so distant and formal that it made his stomach twist with an inexplicable sense of rejection.
The more indifferent she seemed, the more that unsettling panic inside Julian clawed its way to the surface.
He couldn’t understand why he felt this way, why his chest felt tight, why his breath felt just a little too shallow. But the feeling was there, pressing against his ribs, relentless and suffocating.
Rosalie had said her piece. When Julian remained silent, his face unreadable, irritation flickered in her expression.
She glanced at her watch, her brows knitting together slightly. “There’s less than an hour before the courthouse closes. Let’s go. Don’t waste time.”
Without waiting for a response, she turned and got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut with finality.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted at Galloway Group. Whispers spread like wildfire through the office.
The employees couldn’t help but think, ‘Mr. Galloway is really getting a divorce? Mrs. Galloway said it herself, so it must be true, right? Didn’t we see Mr. Galloway walk out with her? Looks like it’s really happening!
Regardless of how Julian himself felt about the situation, some ambitious female employees were already making calculations in their heads.
Having a handsome, wealthy, and powerful bachelor like Julian right under their noses was too tempting for many to resist. After all, if they succeeded, they could become the next Mrs. Galloway, living a life of luxury and prestige with billions at their fingertips.
Among them, Tiana was practically vibrating with excitement, having already forgotten the humiliation Rosalie had just dealt her.
She thought, ‘Out of all the women at Galloway Group, I’m the only one he’s ever taken as his plus–one to events. My chances are the best. Once I become Mrs. Galloway, Rosalie will be nothing more than a footnote.
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Chapter 12
