Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Rosalie barely had time to steady herself before Julian let out a low, mocking laugh. “So this is what you call a waste of time? Funny. I thought all your time was spent clinging to me.”
The moment he learned that Rosalie had actually gone to the courthouse first thing in the morning to file for divorce, an unexplainable rage had ignited in his chest. The more he thought about it, the stronger that anger burned, making his words come out sharper, colder.
But Rosalie didn’t take the bait. She wasn’t irritated at all and didn’t even flinch at the scathing edge of his sarcasm. Instead, she simply shrugged, as if agreeing with him.
“Can’t blame me,” she said lightly, “I was blind before. I wasted way too much time on you. Now I have to make up for it and make every second count.”
Alan, standing off to the side, was utterly stunned. His mind froze for a second as he thought, ‘Do women’s feelings really change this fast? Yesterday, Mr. Galloway was the love of her life, and today she’s calling herself blind for ever loving him?‘
And it wasn’t just Alan–several Galloway Group employees, who had been secretly eavesdropping, were just as shaken by Rosalie’s unexpected words. It was like she had casually tossed a grenade into the room, and they were all left scrambling to process the explosion.
They all wondered, ‘Mrs. Galloway is divorcing Mr. Galloway? And, wait, she’s the one who wants out? How is that possible? Mr. Galloway is the definition of perfection–rich, powerful, devastatingly handsome. What more could she possibly want? Is she really leaving him over some misunderstanding about Ms. West?‘
But then another thought hit them as they pondered, ‘Didn’t Mrs. Galloway herself say that he wouldn’t even look at someone like Ms. West? If she truly didn’t see her as a threat, why is she suddenly so determined to leave?’
None of them could make sense of Rosalie’s reasoning. From their perspective, marrying Julian was like winning the ultimate jackpot–something any woman would kill for. And yet, here she was, willingly throwing it all away. To them, her actions weren’t just shocking. They were downright irrational.
The onlookers couldn’t wrap their heads around it. They wondered, ‘So what if a man has a few scandals? Every guy fools around a little–it’s just how things are. And Julian? He’s not just any man.
‘He’s a Galloway, one of Hasmond’s most elite figures, the CEO of Galloway Group. Of course, he’s going to have women throwing themselves at him. That’s normal. She seriously can’t handle that and wants a divorce? She thinks she’s going to find someone better?‘
Most of the people present shared the same thought except for Rosalie. That was why, when Rosalie brought up divorce, their shock was palpable. It was as if she had declared something utterly unfathomable.
Rosalie noticed how Julian’s expression darkened, but he remained silent. His stormy gaze was filled with barely restrained fury, a warning of the explosion simmering beneath the surface.
Rosalie, however, no longer had the patience to tiptoe around his emotions, to carefully decipher every shift in his mood like before. She glanced at her watch and said matter–of–factly, “There’s still an hour before the courthouse closes. If we leave now, we’ll make it in time. Let’s go.”
With that, she turned on her heel and strode toward the exit of Galloway Group’s towering headquarters, not sparing Julian another glance, completely ignoring the look on his face.
It wasn’t until she stepped outside and noticed he hadn’t followed that she finally stopped and turned around. Their eyes met–his gaze was ice–cold, razor–sharp.
Once upon a time, the sight of that look would have made her heart clench with fear. She would have second–guessed herself, worried that she had somehow upset him, desperate to make things right.
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Hut not anymore. Now that she had made up her mind about leaving this emotional wasteland behind, clawing her way out of the pit Julian had kept her trapped in for years, she realized she had nothing to fear.
The only power Julian had ever wielded over her was her love for him. But if that love no longer existed, then neither did his ability to hurt her
Rosalic’s expression remained composed as she met his gaze. “Not coming?” she asked, arching a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly having second thoughts.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, exuding an air of casual indifference, smirking, “You were so desperate to divorce me that you were willing to split half your assets just to get rid of me. Now that I’ve agreed, you’re hesitating? What’s this about?” She let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head slightly. Her delicate features were breathtaking as always, but the amusement in her expression was laced with a biting, icy sarcasm.
