My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

Chapter 3

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nal hell. Alicia stood at the back, her reflection in the polished brass walls a pale, bruis

e stale regret, and pressed her thumb to th

ing she saw

s, kicked off carelessly near the entryway.

own flats and walked into the apartment. The air was thick with a cloying, sw

the white leather sofa. Her heart, which she thought couldn't break any further

r steps silent on the marble floor,

was sligh

shed i

was sitting at her vanity, wrapped in her silk bathrobe, d

cia's in the mirror. There was no surprise on her face, no pani

d, her voice a purr. "Jules though

, a towel slung low on his hips, another wrapped around h

rm, flickered to the makeshift bandage on her forehead

re not, Are you okay? The

kind of trick are

. She looked from his callous face to Bianca's smug one, and a wave

placing a protective hand on her shoulder, his voice softening

ened innocence. She shrank back, pressing herself against Julian's bare chest. "J

d was like gravel. "Borrowing?" she repeated, her voic

as nothing more than another one o

tood over her, looking down his nose at her as if she were something he'd scraped of

eting his icy gaze. "Ju

, his patience gone. "Bianca had too much to drin

e sofa, clearly intending to leave with Bianca. To leav

had been swallowing for three years erupted like lava. Her eyes darted around the room, land

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“On her third wedding anniversary, Alicia was crushed in a horrific multi-car pileup. Trapped in the bloody wreckage, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband, Julian, for help. The call connected, but instead of his voice, she heard loud music and the clinking of glasses. Julian was at a party, tenderly wishing his mistress, Bianca, a happy birthday. After surviving the night alone in the hospital, Alicia dragged her battered, bleeding body back to their penthouse. She found Bianca wearing her silk robe, sitting at the vanity in her master bedroom. When Julian walked out of the shower, his first reaction wasn't concern for his injured wife. Instead, he looked at her bandaged head with absolute disgust. "What kind of trick are you playing now?" To prove she was faking it for attention, he violently ripped the bandage right off her fresh wound. As blood poured down her face, Julian wrapped his arms around a fake-crying Bianca, calling Alicia an insane, manipulative monster. For three years, she had endured his coldness, her genuine love constantly dismissed as the schemes of a social-climbing liar. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so blind, so casually cruel while she was literally bleeding out in front of him. But looking at the two of them standing united against her, the last embers of her love finally turned to ash. She calmly wiped the blood from her face and called her best friend. "I need a divorce lawyer. The best one you can find."”