Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Since the day they got married, Julian had rarely spent time at home. He would either disappear for weeks or return in the chead and night. But today–arriving this early–was a first.
Clara cast a quick glance at him, her thoughts swirling. Do all powerful people have such unpredictable moods?” she wondered
Despite her curiosity, she held her tongue and promptly instructed the workers to stop what they were doing
Julian’s face remained unreadable as he climbed the stairs. He pushed open the master bedroom door–only to be met with silence. The room was hollow, stripped of its usual warmth
He rarely came home at this hour. No matter how late he returned, Rosalie would always be sitting there, waiting for him.
Even if she had dozed off, the sound of his arrival would rouse her, and she’d greet him with drowsy eyes, a soft smile, and
an endless stream of concern.
But tonight, as the door swung open, the stillness that greeted him felt unfamiliar for a while.
A strange, unplaceable irritation crawled under his skin. With a sharp exhale, he reached up, yanked off his tie, and tossed it aside before scanning the room.
Nothing looked drastically different, and yet, something felt off to him.
His gaze landed on the bookshelf. Half the books were gone.
His frown deepened. He strode to the wardrobe and pulled open the doors. It was still packed with clothes. But as his eyes flicked through the neatly arranged garments, he realized something was missing. Not a single piece belonged to Rosalie.
Julian’s jaw tightened. He refused to believe that Rosalie had really agreed to get a divorce and moved out.
He thought, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips, Is she trying to play hard to get? So now she wants to use tricks on me?
But no matter how convinced he was that Rosalie wouldn’t walk away so easily, the restless agitation creeping into his chest refused to subside. A vague sense of unease gnawed at him, unsettling in a way he couldn’t quite ignore.
After leaving the house she had shared with Julian for the past year, Rosalie didn’t go anywhere else. She went straight to her own apartment downtown.
She rarely stayed there, but the place was always spotless–cleaned daily by hired staff, waiting for her return.
Rosalie set down her luggage, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number.
The call connected almost instantly. On the other end, a man’s voice, thick with sleep, rasped through the speaker. “Rosa, I just dreamt about you, and now you’re calling? Talk about being in sync.”
She ignored his teasing and got straight to the point. “I need you to look into something for me. Once you have the details, compile the evidence and send it over.”
She laid out exactly what she needed him to investigate, her voice cool and measured.
After hanging up, Rosalie lowered her gaze. A glint of icy determination flickered in her eyes.
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Chapter 4
The next morning. Rosalie was up early. After freshening up, she gathered the necessary documents and drove straight to
By this time, the courthouse was already open, and people were steadily trickling in to finalize their divorces.
Bosalie stood at the entrance, waiting. An hour passed, and there was still no sign of Julian Gradually, her patience was wearing thin
She pulled out her phone and called himno answer. She tried Alan next, but his phone was off too.
Rosalie checked the time. The courthouse would close for the day in an hour.
She had enough. She climbed back into her car and drove straight to Galloway Group’s headquarters.
In the company parking lot, she pulled into a spot, killed the engine, and stepped out with a purpose. As she headed toward the entrance, she bumped into a woman.
Tall, curvy, and dressed to impress, the woman strutted toward her, her bleached blonde hair tumbling over one shoulder. Her face was unmistakably enhanced–overfilled lips, sharply arched brows, and the taut, unnatural smoothness of excessive cosmetic work.
Her tailored business attire clung in all the right places, strategically altered to highlight every seductive curve.
Rosalie recognized her instantly. She had seen this woman a few times before–back when she used to bring Julian lunch at
the office.
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