I replied with a single word, “Alright.”
There needed to be an end between Julian and me
The meeting was set at Green Peak.
Back when we had just settled in Harbor City, Julian would take me up to the mountains for dates.
Back then, his pockets were empty, so he would gather wildflowers from the hills and weave them into flower crowns and necklaces for me.
As our financial situation improved, he started making small donations to the local church up the mountain on my birthday.
I could still hear his voice from those days, kneeling with sincerity and praying, “Please, keep my Violet safe and happy.”
The words remained, but the person had changed beyond recognition.
Julian’s eyes fell on my injured leg. “Your leg hasn’t fully healed. Why didn’t you let me pick you up?”
I couldn’t help but throw a sarcastic remark. “My injuries didn’t seem to matter to you back then when you forced me to dance for your precious muse, even though I was in worse shape.
Julian froze, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. “Victoria, I was wrong about that. I’m sorry. But you can’t just disregard my position entirely and blow everything up online. Do you
I work, nearly have any idea how much damage you’ve done to my company? Years of wiped out!”
His voice rose with every word, the initial hint of remorse quickly replaced by self–righteous indignation.
I stayed quiet, watching him calmly, curious to see just how far his audacity would go.
“Let’s just move on from the past,” Julian said with a sigh as if he were the one making the sacrifice. “What bad luck it was to marry you.
He continued in the same tone of absolute confidence. “Money can always be earned back, but Averil’s reputation? You’ve nearly destroyed it.”
Julian studied my expression, and when I didn’t immediately respond, a smirk crept onto his face.
“Victoria, go online and post a statement. Say our marriage has been over for a while, that we’d already agreed to divorce, and Averil isn’t the one to blame.”
That had to be the most ridiculous thing I’d heard all year.
