"We have nothing to talk about."
"I'm really sick. How can you bear to ignore me?"
Little did Julian Sterling know, his words only made Evelyn Grant despise him all the more.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
He knew how much she loved him, how much she cared for him, and even where her greatest weakness lay.
And yet, he didn't hesitate to plunge the knife right where it would hurt the most.
It was as if he had meticulously planned it all, refusing to leave Evelyn Grant even a sliver of a chance to survive.
"Julian Sterling, we are divorced."
Her voice was detached and cold, devoid of any warmth.
"You loved me for ten years. I refuse to believe you don't care about me anymore!" Julian Sterling's voice was tinged with certainty. "I'm going to wait right here at the entrance to the law firm. I won't eat, I won't drink, and I won't leave. You can use the back door, or you can just stay in there. As long as you're not worried about my stomach condition getting worse."
"…"
