Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Tiana thought to herself, ‘One day, I’ll make Rosalie pay for the humiliation she’s put me through today!
As this thought took root, her desire grew stronger, and the gleam in her eyes–an unmistakable hunger for power- intensified. She wanted nothing more than to be the next Mrs. Galloway.
Just as she lifted her gaze, however, she was startled to see that Julian wasn’t doing what she had expected. He wasn’t heading to the courthouse with Rosalie to finalize the divorce. Instead, he was walking back alone with a stormy expression on his face.
Tiana’s eyes darkened imperceptibly, disappointment flashing through her. As Julian drew near, she quickly schooled her features and put on a pitiful expression she believed would make him feel sorry for her–a look she thought might even move him. She walked up to him, her voice soft. “Mr. Galloway.”
Julian lowered his gaze, his silence speaking volumes. He stood there, cold and distant, staring at her in a way that sent a rush of exhilaration through Tiana’s chest.
Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. She tightened her fists, trying to hold it together.
She thought, ‘I knew it. Mr. Galloway’s definitely into me. Otherwise, why would he stay silent when Rosalie misunderstood our relationship? He didn’t correct her or deny it. That’s basically an admission, right?‘
With that thought, Tiana’s mind already wandered to the future–her future as Mrs. Galloway, living a life of opulence and power by Julian’s side.
But before her fantasies could fully unfold, she heard Julian’s voice–cold, distant, and devoid of any warmth. “What did you say to her when Rosalie arrived?”
Tiana’s eyes widened in an instant. Panic flitted through her as she lowered her gaze, trying to hide the fear in her eyes.
She stammered, “I didn’t say much. When Mrs. Galloway arrived, she called me a slut, saying that it’s because of me that you’ve been staying away from home all the time.”
Though Tiana spoke hesitantly with trembling caution, there was no mistaking the subtle hint of self–satisfaction in her voice as she delivered the second part of her statement.
Julian did not press further. Instead, he simply moved past her, heading forward without another word.
