Meanwhile, he was at an auction, releasing sky lanterns for his new lover.
When I woke, I didn't cry or make a scene. I brought him divorce papers.
He just smiled, calm as ever.
"All this drama over ten thousand dollars? Was it really worth it?"
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I gripped those divorce papers and stumbled toward the CEO's office, hollowed out inside. But his assistant raised a hand to stop me.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Gilbert. Per company policy, you can't enter without an appointment."
I stared at that heavy door and laughed bitterly.
Five years of marriage, and every single time I came here, I was stopped.
Make an appointment. Go home and wait. I could recite the whole tedious process in my sleep.
Three days ago, my mother was dying.
I tried to force my way in like a madwoman, but security guards pinned me to the floor.
My collar was torn open. I clawed at the ground, dragging myself toward his office.
All ten fingernails broke off. I left a trail of blood across the floor.
When Julian found out, he opened the door and looked down at me.
No pity in his eyes. Only cold contempt.
"A gold digger is a gold digger. You'll do anything for money."