I laughed bitterly. “Julian, you really don’t know who destroyed me?”
His expression flickered, uncertainty bleeding through his mask.
When I took a step forward, he struck me without warning. The impact snapped my head to the side.
For a heartbeat, the room was dead silent.
“I—I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, his voice shaking. He cupped my face, leaned down—
“Don’t touch me,” I whispered hoarsely, pushing him away.
Seraphine’s voice oozed sweetness. “Julian, come on. Let’s give her space.”
They headed for the door, but just before leaving I heard her giggle, soft and poisonous.
“Not here,” she teased. “Your wife might hear.”
Julian murmured back, “She’s blind. She won’t notice anything. Come on—three times before we go pick up our daughter.”
The door closed behind them, their laughter fading down the hall.
I stood there, cheek throbbing, heart heavier than it had ever been.
Let them celebrate. Their happiness would rot soon enough.
I lifted my phone. “Rowan, do you have the ticket?”
“All confirmed,” he replied gently. “I’m already at the airport. I’ll handle everything when you arrive.”
“Good. Tell the driver to bring the divorce papers. And don’t tell anyone where I’m going.”
“Understood.”