Chapter 107
“What about the divorce? Is that the only thing we have left to talk about?” Julian hadn’t realized that, despite his usually packed schedule, he was wasting time with meaningless words thrown at Rosalie.
Rosalie let out a mirthful laugh. “What do you think? You’ve had a whole year, and you’ll love being with me, won’t you?”
Her tone was laced with mockery, every word a jab straight to his chest. Julian stiffened, momentarily speechless. He wanted to argue, but couldn’t find the words to refute her. He found another topic to discuss.
She was right. Over the past year, he’d never made an effort to speak to her. Resentment clouded his judgment, making it easy to take his frustration out on her. Their forced marriage had always been...
Julian had thought that once his grandfather passed, he would finally be free of her. But now, he realized letting her go wasn't as easy as he'd imagined. Even pushing her away felt as if something had been ripped from him, leaving a gaping wound. Faced with Rosalie’s question, he was at a loss for words.
Rosalie used to long for even a single conversation with Julian. A single extra word from him could make her happy for a day. But once she let go of those expectations, they became meaningless.
People said a woman could fall in love with a man in an instant, and just as quickly learn to hate him. She fell for Julian in a heartbeat, but it took a lifetime to reclaim that love. Heaven must have pitied her, granting her a chance to start over, and Rosalie swore she wouldn’t waste this second life on the same mistake.
So when Julian didn’t respond, she lost patience. “If you didn’t call to talk about the divorce, then don’t waste my time. Whatever we had, it wasn’t deep enough for long, meaningless phone calls.”
Rosalie was about to hang up when Julian’s voice cut through, cold and sharp. “Who is that man with you?”
Rosalie’s fingers paused. She glanced at the figure in the kitchen. “You mean Eddie?”
She laughed. “What, since when are you interested in men? Hate to disappoint you, but Eddie’s straight. He’s not interested in you, so stop prying.” Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.
“Damn it!” Julian slammed the receiver down. His eyes were stormy, his body tense with frustration. “Eddie?” He ground the name out between clenched teeth. “She says they’re close.”
Meanwhile, Rosalie had already forgotten Julian. Eden brought the chicken pot pie, giving her a knowing look. “Julian called?”
She nodded, taking a seat. “Yeah. He even asked about you. You think he might be into you?”
Eden rolled his eyes. “You spent a year being a lovesick fool, and now you don’t understand the basics!”
Rosalie looked up. “Understand what?”
Eden scoffed. “He’s jealous. He thinks you’re cheating on him.”
“Jealous? He?” Rosalie blinked, momentarily surprised, then shrugged. “You seriously think he’s pathetic enough to only care now that I want a divorce?”