Chapter 188

Looking at Julian’s always indifferent but extremely handsome face, Rosalie recalled the past. Apart from her one-sided enthusiasm and Julian’s cold shoulder, she couldn’t think of any sweet memories. Even if she could, perhaps she wouldn't be so determined to get a divorce.

Now, recalling him hugging Roseanne in the hallway erased her last vestiges of obsession with Julian.

“Julian,” she said, “it’s been more than a year. I’m really tired.”

She lowered her eyes and sighed, unlike her usual sarcastic confrontations. “But I know I was wrong in our marriage. If I’d refused when your grandpa pushed us together, we wouldn’t be here. So, I don’t blame you for being cold to me.”

Rosalie spoke calmly, a stark contrast to her previous attempts at mentioning divorce. She even accepted blame for their unhappy marriage.

“After all, I asked for this, so I can’t blame you. But since I realized my mistake, I want to make it right.”

She looked directly at Julian, her eyes calm and clear, her gaze unwavering. “So… you didn’t think marrying me against your will was a mistake back then, but now that you realize it was, you want a divorce?”

Julian’s eyes were deep, his emotions inscrutable. The only thing Rosalie felt was his tightening grip on her arm; he seemed angered by her.

“Rosalie, why do you think I have to go along with whatever you want?” he asked through clenched teeth, his eyes clouded with deep coldness. Only he knew the slight tremor in his angry voice.

If Rosalie had mocked him as before, perhaps there would have been a chance. But now, with her calm admission of fault and earnest plea for reconciliation, he knew their last connection was severed.

The increasing pressure on her arm made Rosalie wince. She looked directly into Julian’s eyes, her gaze steady. “You’re right. I married you against your will, so before I realized my mistake, I’d already received my punishment, hadn’t I?”

Rosalie raised an eyebrow, feeling his fingers digging into her flesh. Mentioning their unhappy marriage seemed to have angered him again. “I married you against your will, and you gave me the cold shoulder. We’re even.”

“Even?” Julian sneered, a mocking glint in his cold eyes. “How could we be even? I was a perfectly fine single young man, and now I’m divorced. I don’t think we’re even.”