Chapter 7
Chapter 7
A few people lingering nearby, drawn in by the unfolding drama, couldn’t help but stifle their laughter when they heard Rosalie’s words.
They tried to keep their voices down, but Tiana still caught the sound, and her face darkened instantly.
From the moment Rosalie stepped into the company building. Tiana had deliberately raised her voice to lure these bystanders over, hoping to humiliate Rosalie in public. Yet, ironically, she had only managed to make a fool of herself instead.
In the Office of the Secretary, Tiana was nothing more than a secretary–she never had access to important work. The only time she got to stand in the spotlight was when Julian needed a female companion for a party.
After all, among the women in the Office of the Secretary, no one could compare to her looks and figure.
But now, the very thing Tiana had always relied on–the one edge she thought placed her above everyone else—had been reduced to a joke by Rosalie’s effortless, detached tone.
In the end, she was nothing more than an accessory, a decorative piece Julian brought to ordinary parties, used to entertain people he couldn’t be bothered to deal with himself.
The more Tiana thought about it, the more suffocated she felt. And the more she stewed in her resentment, the more unbearable Rosalie’s composed, indifferent smile became.
Even if Rosalie’s words had reached the ears of the man standing behind her, at this moment, Tiana didn’t care. She was already fuming.
Rosalie scolded with a smirk, “So instead of overestimating yourself and meddling in my business, maybe go home, take a long look in the mirror, and have a better understanding of yourself. We’re not on the same level, honey.”
With that, Rosalie turned to leave, having no interest in wasting another second on this pointless exchange. But just as she stepped forward, Tiana suddenly gasped in an exaggerated voice, “Mr. Galloway.”
Feigning surprise, she put on her awkward damsel–in–distress act, as though she had just noticed Julian standing there. Without missing a beat, she unleashed her painfully mediocre performance, letting every ounce of grievance from Rosalie’s ridicule spill onto her face.
Her big, dewy eyes turned red at the rims, and she bit down on her luscious red lips, looking pitiful as she forced a tremor into her voice. “Mrs. Galloway seems to have misunderstood my relationship with you.”
Tiana’s words were carefully chosen. By making such a statement in public, she put Julian in a difficult position. If he denied any connection to her and reprimanded Rosalie in front of everyone, Rosalie would still be humiliated.
If he chose to tacitly acknowledge his relationship with Tiana instead, it would work even more in her favor. From that moment on, no one in the company would dare to cross her.
She had envisioned a flawless outcome, but Julian completely ignored her words.
His eyes, devoid of warmth, passed over Tiana without the slightest acknowledgment and landed instead on Rosalie’s face, where a faint trace of indifference lingered.
The moment Tiana called out his name, Rosalie had already turned her head. When she saw Julian and Alan looking as if they had just returned from a business discussion, she didn’t waste time on pleasantries.
She stepped forward and got straight to the point. “The divorce papers are signed. Didn’t we agree to finalize everything today? I waited for you at the courthouse for an hour. You’re wasting my time.”
Her voice was calm but carried a distinct note of accusation.
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Chapter 7
This was the first time since their marriage that Julian had heard Rosalie speak to him in such a manner.
Though he didn’t know Rosalie well, he was aware that the wasn’t the type to suffer foods gladly. Her patienes was thin, her temper quick to ignite, and the small reserves of gentleness she possessed were reserved for him alone. Or so he had thought
It was precisely because of this that he found himself momentarily unaccustomed to her cold demeanor. Even the sharp remark she had made earlier in front of everyone, mocking his blindness in judgment, had shipped past him withou provoking his usual irritation.
His gaze settled on her eyes–eyes that had always been filled with love and warmth whenever they looked at him. Now, there was only detachment, a distant chill that sent an unfamiliar discomfort through his chest.
That unshakable indifference stirred something dark within him, an inexplicable frustration that he had no intention of suppressing
He took a few steps toward her, closing the distance between them. The sudden shift in his presence was oppressive, forcing Rosalie to instinctively tense.
Her expression remained calm, but she unconsciously retreated a little as the weight of his presence bore down on her.
