Willow <b>left </b>the hospital and headed home. Julian quickly hurried after her.


    After she stopped her car, Willow could see Julian standing next to his car, which was parked beside the sycamore tree.


    When Willow exited her car, Julian moved to block her path. “We need to talk.”


    Willow walked past him and headed for the elevator. “There’s nothing for us to talk about, Julian. I’ll see you in court.”


    She went up to her floor, and Julian followed behind her. However, Willow did not let him into her apartment.


    She leaned against the door after closing it. Julian took up a big part of her youth. It was actually really painful for Willow to try


    and cut him <b>off </b>now.


    She spent some time organizing her thoughts. Then, Willow took her bathrobe and went for a shower. As for whether Julian


    would linger outside or leave, it was none of her business anymore.


    As the night deepened, one could see through the windows of the building the lights going out one after another.


    Inside a ck car parked on the ground floor, a dim light was turned on. A man dressed in all ck sat in the car. He gave off an


    elegant<b>, </b>sophisticated aura even though his face showed no expression.


    Julian was looking at his phone, more specifically at Willow’s photos saved in his phone’s photo album.


    Willow was smiling softly in one of those photos. Julian had not seen her smile in a long time. In fact, they were just a few


    minutes away from each other with one being inside the building and the other outside. Yet, Willow did not even want to speak to


    him.


    Julian was not exactly sure why he was trying so hard to save their marriage. Whether it was out of guilt and remorse or because


    of Willow’s worth as the Neb Group’s CEO’s wife.


    There was an air of mncholy as the raindrops hit the bare branches of the sycamore tree. A man’s form could be seen vaguely through the car window.


    The water droplets hanging from the tree branches fell onto the roof of the car one after the other, making a loud noise with each


    <b>drop</b>.


    <b>In </b>the morning, Willow took Snowy out for a walk. The weather had turned cold. She could see her breath after taking just a few


    <b>steps </b><b>out </b>of her building<b>. </b>


    <b>Willow </b>was wearing a thin sweater dress and <b>a </b>brown coat. The belt entuated her slim waist. Willow had let down her dark,


    slightly curly hair. Overall<b>, </b>she exuded an exotic elegance.


    Julian was watching her silently from inside the ck car<b>… </b>


    +25 Bonus


    Willow had never dressed up in this style before. Yet, it seemed like this was her go–to style recently. Julian wondered if it was


    because of Jeffrey.


    He opened the car door and walked over to where Willow was. By the time Willow had snapped to her senses, she was already


    holding breakfast and a bottle of milk. A man’s gentle voice began, “You should have some breakfast first before going for a jog.”


    “Woof! Woof!” Snowy barked at Julian.


    Willow could not help but find it ironic as she lowered her head and stared at the food she was holding.


    Julian never cared about her when she was still his wife. He would even use Willow like she was a machine built to aid his work.


    Now that he had a mistress, Julian was trying to act like he was a loving partner to her instead. Willow could not fathom why he


    was doing all this.


    She tried to push the food back into Julian’s hands. Willow replied coldly, “You don’t have to do this. This isn’t what we’re


    supposed to be doing.”


    Julian had a determined look in his eyes. “What are we supposed to be doing, then? Tell me, Willow. I’ll do as you say. We will…”


    Willow’s expression hardened. “There is no we. There’s only you and me.”


    Julian refused to take the food from her.


    Willow went over to a garbage bin and tossed the bag of food and drink into the bin. Then, she turned around and looked at Julian.


    “Julian, can both of us be a bit more rational? You’re not the old Julian, and I’m not the old Willow either. I don’t want you


    anymore.”


    Julian stood under the sycamore tree.


    The good–looking man watched Willow’s receding figure silently. Just then, a water droplet fell from the tree branch andnded


    on the corner of his eye before it rolled down his cheek…


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